Besedila: Happy Body Slow Brain. Drag This On and On (Rain Song).

I took something beautiful and forced my habits
Strange dynamics
Unbeknownst a stranglehold of insecure
oppressive words.

I should have known then
Now I don't have the will to drag this on and on
on and on...

If I was who I thought I was
Then maybe we'd stay linked together.
If we did everything there was
Then how did we still fall to such lows?
We'll make it in the meantime...

Have we gone and stayed too long?
Can I turn your world inside out?

Little things we don't notice
That can build into years that drag us both along,
on and on...
on and on...