The Build Up

I went from cities to touch the suburbs

I'm on the highway but I'm barefoot



I need a map but not the destination

I need a compass but not a conversation



I want to run far from this grey town

But you're on every street, marked on the ground



The momentum but not the pace

I won the prize but not the race



I want the water without the waves

I want the prize but not the race



I want the jump but not the height

Let me fall but catch me mid-flight

I swum with sharks and beats of the sea

But I only went down for the company



But you won't come back home when I call

You left no sign, nothing at all

I'm sorry you won't fit inside my heart

I wanted love without the build up



I need the rules but not the regulations

I want the wisdom but not the information



I need the light but not the heat of the day

I need your hands to show me how to pray



I lost the plot underneath the fire

Of all the dots and lines that took me higher



Away from traffic and smiles that tire

I liked the lights but not the tangled wires



I need a pulse to feel alive

All the words just made it seem more quiet



This has all become far too loud

I like you more when you don't make a sound



But you won't come back home when I call

You left no sign, nothing at all

I'm sorry you won't fit inside my heart

Won't you come like the rain and wash this away

I wanted love without the build up