The Tourist

What if us I couldn't see, hoping it was me?

Now I feel so capable, wanting to be free

Never fall from holiness, painting in the stars

What if we could turn around, like birds in the rain?

What if us I couldn't see, hoping it was me?

Now I feel so capable, wanting to be free

Never fall from holiness, painting in the stars

What if we could turn around, like birds in the rain?

What if us I couldn't see, hoping it was me?

Now I feel so capable, wanting to be free