Open your borders and give me my orders
I can slip into violence or fall into silence
And pretend you're a nation, an endless vacation
I'm your motel militia, gelato vanilla

And I thought I could earn your trust
But can't, can't stop a wanderlust
But I'm glad I'm your guy

Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
Doubt keeps creepin' in, I think it's slippin' through the railings
Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
But when it's just the two of us I feel fuckin' amazing

I get so nervous when I'm on your surface
I go deep in your language, the meat in your sandwich
But I feel like burrata and less like Sinatra
Alexa a sonata, prepare me to martyr

Oh, I thought I would die for you
But now I've got to join the queue

Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
Doubt keeps creepin' in, I think it's slippin' through the railings
Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
But when it's just the two of us I feel fuckin' amazing

Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
Doubt keeps creepin' in, I think it's slippin' through the railings
Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
But when it's just the two of us I feel fuckin' amazing

Help me build a great big concrete wall around my failings
Doubt keeps creepin' in, I think it's slippin' through the railings
Sometimes I get so low that my friends say I've gone caving
But when it's just the two of us I feel fuckin' amazing Writer/s: Arni Hjorvar Arnason, Freddie Clayton Cowan, Justin James Hayward-Young, Timothy Andrew Lanham, William Anthony John Bloomfield, Yoann Intonti
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
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