كلمات This

When I walk without my feet And focus instead on blades of grass I'm finding faces in the trees And breathing in the poetry After long my feet return Jealous, perhaps, or lonely without me And I see I need them too And we walk home What scares me most of all is me And still I want not to be scared When I learn to walk through walls and swim in the air I will be scared of me no longer I asked the man what he wanted most I guess he wanted most of all to know And then he asked me what I wanted most I answered, "This." I asked the man what he wanted most I guess he wanted most of all to know And then he asked me what I wanted most I answered, "This." And every now and again Though I sometimes fail to notice Life sneaks up and kisses my cheek And all I want is this