pov you've been bed-rotting for a few weeks and decide to open a window, but it just makes you feel a bit worse? Not worse, but like you've failed yourself for not immediately feeling better... so you close the window, and stare out for a minute, as long as you can stand to...
Yeah the ceiling looks nice from this side of the floor
It looks clean, so clean and white you could almost ignore
All the waste of my time looking sky-high and never forward
Let me change the lights, maybe green and bright, so it’s almost like
I’m outdoors
Mmm, outdoors
With the bugs that crawl on me
And the leaves that start tickling (waving)
And the spiderwebs I can’t see but can feel all on me
Mmm the outdoors
The outdoors
How could you take the whole outdoors with you?
How could you?
Take the whole outdoors with you
But it’s fine ‘cause these wall are so straight and so even every time
And they’re sturdy and I’ve heard and they hold up real nice
There’s nothing beyond them, I don’t think so
There is nothing within them, I don’t think
But the outdoors
The outdoors
Where it’s warm, and it’s dirty
But it’s where I wanna be
Out with you, out with me
The outdoors
The outdoors
I wanna take to the outdoors with you
You didn’t take the outdoors, ‘cause how could you?
Just imagine you were happy and had everything and it still wouldn't be enough... It's kinda comforting, in a way that no matter what I can't do anything about this discontentment.
Trees too high to climb
Apples too sweet to bite
A freedom too vast to find
Rivers too wide
Dappled skies
A softness that collides
Hope that rewinds time
An outfit for the sun
Glittering, shimmering, sparkling like the sun
Over cool clean waters
Swaying onto beaten sands
Softly amended
Soft in your hands
I want more
I want more
I want more