Odd is when it sounded like I wanted to woo
my subconscious seem to have a goal
wanting more
wanting it all
an obsession rooted within
my free soul wonders
exploring every inch
Odd is when I put you in a frame
The mind does its dance
Wanting you had become fiction
as it stands in the way of the present
an obsession rooted within
my free soul wonders
exploring every inch
Odd is when I acknowledge that I have fallen
that I am capable to feel
your magic as another human being
always, we thought we see it all
until we fall, and fall again
Odd is that one moment
where we exchange energy
that distance that sent me a circuit
since then
I've been trying hard to ground
