Strut

Now I know how to walk it off, man Wrap it up and heal the wound I'm feeling everything a little too much Including you (you) The gate, the swing, the swag, the hit-the-heel The stumble - make believe this isn't real The more you fall The more you learn to feel When perception shifts Expectations give way I don't know exactly what to call it But I wouldn't call it pain I put myself in this position Let it go (?) Let me have my way This is not love (but) This is not NOT love (but) This is not love (but) This is not NOT love (but) Alright listen: I packed my bags And I can be there in a day and half We grew dorsal fins that night in Berlin Madrid was just to be a distant dream I know now that you will never make it there with me I'm a dreamer, I'm a dreamer, I'm a dream So we paint the sky with stick-on stars I knew that we had gone too far I know the rules! I know the rules... When perception shifts Expectations give way I don't know exactly what to call it But I wouldn't call it pain I put myself in this position Let it go off and Let me have my way This is not love (but) This is not NOT love (but) This is not love (but) This is not NOT love (but) This is not this is not (Strut) This is not not not (Strut) This is not NOT love (Strut)