A change of pace

I wanna strum the chords inside you

I find it to hard to understand you

I wanna cross a line so badly

Only to dance in woe alone


WAVE the fan in the opposite direction
I don't wanna feel it's mock
There is almost no more affection
I don't like to talk, and talk, and talk


I wanna change the pace inside you

I wanna elbow the bad away

I held the hands of golden kings

I've helped crumble some of them too


I wanna strum the chords inside you

Disappear on clouds around you

I wanna feel the light turn on

I find it hard to understand


WAVE the fan in the opposite direction
I don't wanna fell its mock
There is almost no more affection
I don't like to talk, and talk, and talk