Staring at this watercolor town
Thinking maybe i should off of this cloud
Breaking down the walls I've had for so long
It feels so safe up here but it feels so wrong, so wrong
Wouldn't it be nice
To see it with my own eyes
Oh
All my imaginary friends say take it slow
But every inch I move is a bullet through my soul
Walking through the steepest stairway
Right into the great unknown
Wondering if I am better on my own
Oh
Wouldn't it be nice
To see it with my own eyes