Shh.
I'm running lights at 2 AM.
The city hums, it feels like France.
You said I'm lost, maybe I am.
But I'd rather be wild than planned.
The stereo's loud, the world's on fire.
Heartbeats race like worn out ties.
You call it chaos, I call it art.
Guess you'll never get my heart.
You'll never get it.
The way it feels when you just let go.
When the wind cuts deep and the night runs slow.
You'll never get it.
The kind of peace inside the fall.
When you've got nothing but you've got it all.
You can talk, you can sweat it, but you'll
never get it.
But you'll never get it.
You chase gold, I chase air.
You want rules, I
don't care.
You call it wrong, I call it free.
I'm just being who I'm meant to be.
I know
you think I'm wasting time.
But I'm just living what's mine.
You'll never get it.
The way it feels when you just let go.
When the wind cuts deep and the night runs slow.
You'll never get it.
The kind of peace inside the fall.
When you've got nothing but you've got it all.
You can talk,
you can sweat it,
but you'll never get it.
But you'll never get it.
Maybe someday you'll see the thrill
of standing still on a speeding hill.
I don't need your map, I've got my skyline.
If I crash, at least I'll fly.
You'll never get it.
When I fly.