When she comes, she runs for the middle
Riding arm and arm under open skies
Everybody run cause she comes for the middle
yes my way Never did much but it made me cry Chicken
Water on the move, water running in the bathroom
Says she's opened up she's got an open mind
Many different shapes, different shades of love
love, we're all the same
The usual mirror mates with time make it, yeah
Coming down the aisle with grass in the middle
the trees will shake Walking down the road from the doors of life
we will take Tipping all the heads cause this one's backwards
will she grow up high Think you better run, better run all night
She's a bruiser
No one ever knows when I'm feeling pain feel my pain
Seeing why they call me this color feel it up
Knowing all these things will be ok You know, and how
Drinking away all my worries
My glass is full Full of you Full of me Full of us.