What is this game show in my heart
That goes crashing through these days?
Who is this old house guest in my room?
What is this hand in our way?

It's in the space of your eyes
You really don't need me right now
I didn't know everything
You'd rather have no thing
I'd rather have no thing
Than find out the whole thing

I went drifting through oceans and wires
Cross guards, a thousand eyes
Bought some airplane glue for my soul
But now I'm here to die

It's in the space of your eyes
You really don't need me right now
I didn't know everything
You'd rather have no thing
I'd rather have no thing
Than find out the whole thing

It's in the space of your eyes
You really don't need me right now
I didn't know everything
You'd rather have no thing
I'd rather have no thing
Than find out the whole thing

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Writer(s): Adam Green