Savor the taste, of coming home late
I let my dreams roll past her
Taking my time waking her up
I put out the morning to pasture

I, oh I
Was holding me back

Tailing me behind my own car
I find the depths of my well
Stop me if I go too far

I met her open, bright-eyed, and warm
She gave shape to my laughter
Heart in my throat, empty in my chest
Evening had never sped faster

I, oh I
Was holding me back

Tailing me behind my own car
I find the depths of my well
Stop me if I go too far

Under rains
In my veins
I cut in and out
Oh, I will filter down
Open caves
Radio waves
Windows in the ground
Oh, you can make it sound
Oh, you can make it sound

I, oh I
Was holding me back

Tailing me behind my own car
I find the depths of my well
I find the depths of my well
I find…
Stop me if I go too far