I feel like nothing on earth could ever hurt me
Sometimes when I'm on my mind
I feel like nothing I say could ever deserve me
I'm stood on the tip of my own tongue
I'm caught in the space between the concept and the execution
I'm stuck in the back on my own throats
I'm lost in the void between the instinct and the institution
It's more than vocabulary
Takes more than a dictionary
Sometimes when I wake at night
I feel like nothing on earth could ever hurt me
Sometimes when I'm on my mind
I feel like nothing I say could ever deserve me
I'm stood on the tip of my own tongue
I'm caught in the space between the concept and the execution
I'm stuck in the back on my own throats
I'm lost in the void between the instinct and the institution
It's more than vocabulary
Takes more than a dictionary
Sometimes when I wake at night
I feel like nothing on earth could ever hurt me
Sometimes when I'm on my mind
I feel like nothing I say could ever deserve me
Sometimes when I wake at night
I feel like nothing on earth could ever hurt me
Sometimes when I'm on my mind
I feel like nothing I say could ever deserve me
