Paralyzed by indecision with a will to wait, Terrified of the precision of a final piece in place. When a chip is on the shoulder, it's a brick on the back, And we're always growing older, yeah we're always growing fast, So we try to be – but sometimes we just can't leave. To touch my fingers and make me feel my skin. I will always try to listen to what the thunder said. I watch the sky light up and glisten but it stays inside my head And I try to be – but sometimes I just can't leave To touch my fingers and make me feel my skin.