thinking 'bout life

Even if it don't make sense all the time,

give it time

And when the crowd becomes your burden

And you've early closed your curtains

I'll wait by the backstage door

While you try to find the lines to speak your mind

And pry it open, hoping for an encore

And if it gets too late for me to wait

For you to find you love me,

and tell me so

It's ok, don't need to say it

*mrs. fiona apple . amo essa música