Pull me up, off of the pavement Dilated eyes and the blue sunrise, no That can't be me, I must be mistaken I've been an angel my whole life
How well do you know yourself? How clear without the mirror of someone else 'Cuz sometimes my shadow gets the best of me A black, black so pitch that I cannot breathe And I cannot speak and I cannot hide I guess you can't be free of what you keep inside Well, how well do you know your limits The deeper the dream, the longer you're in it
Maybe if I had a little more money Maybe if I had a little more sex Maybe with a little peace and quiet Maybe I could make a little more sense of it
All that I want All that I want
The river of cars keeps flowing All I can see is what's in front of me Uh, this isn't where I thought I was going This isn't who I thought I would be
Met a man in a cab today Moved here from across the ocean someplace Where his family waits but he's all alone To drive a cab all day and send it all back home A woman felt bad and he flashed his eyes And I could hear the joy in his voice It was like there was nowhere in the world that he'd rather be Than here in a cab, driving me
Maybe if I went out less on the weekend Maybe if I just didn't exist Maybe if I was straight Maybe if I was vegan Maybe if I still had you to kiss
All that I want All that I want All that I want All that I want
I am my own sanctuary I am my own hero I am my own teacher I am my own best friend I am my own Friday night I am my own love of my life I am my own way out I am my own sanctuary I am my own sanctuary
Maybe if I had a little more money Maybe if I had a little more sex Maybe with a little peace and quiet Maybe I could make a little more sense of it
All that I want (a little more sense of it) All that I want (a little more sense of it) All that I want All that I want
(All that I want, all that I want, all that I want) (All that I want, all that I want, all that I want)
Compositores: Nicholas William Petricca, Kevin Coulter Ray, Eli Brose Maiman, Sean Byron Waugaman ECAD: Obra #17193318