Flow

Just as you let yourself go
I’ll be a shape outside your window
Just as you shake your head no
I’ll be a pill you’re forced to swallow
Hungry for what they call flow
Hungry for what they call flow
And if your knees shake
It means you are awake
And if your hands swell
Well, nobody can tell
But I won’t let you hurt yourself no more
I won’t let you hate yourself no more
Hungry for what they call flow
Hungry for what they call flow
And there’s nowhere, nowhere to hide from
A heart this, this big
There’s nowhere, nowhere to hide from
A heart this, this big
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
I called the house of the Lord
He had a swollen sword
He said, «Run, run, run, run from the wall
I ain’t got no room in this hall,»
I called the house of the Lord
He had a swollen sword
He said, «Run, run, run, run from the wall
I ain’t got no room in this hall,»
I called the house of the Lord
I called the house of the Lord
I called the house of the Lord
But there ain’t no one home
Choose light
Choose light
Choose light