This - No More Kings

When I walk without my feet

And focus instead on blades of grass

Finding faces in the trees

And breathing in the poetry

Not 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

Then he asked me what I wanted most

And 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