There’s a lot of things I understand. And there’s a lot of things that. I don’t want to know.
But you’re the only face I recognize. It’s so damn sweet of you, to look me in the eyes.
It’s alright, I’m O.K., I think God can explain.
I believe I’m the same, I get carried away.
I’m relieved I’m relaxed, I’ll get over it yet.
The sent of vasoline, in the summertime. The feel of an ice cube, melting overtime.
The world seems bigger than both of us. Yet it seems so small, when I begin to cry.
I’m so much better than you guessed, I’m so much bigger than you guessed,
I’m so much brighter than you guessed.
I think God can explain.