In Aisle Eight - What'll It Be

I think in broken English, reading your body language
Translation: Guess we'll wait and see
You came to turn the pages
I came to take the stage then, let's take this to the eighth degree
I keep running, running
Good things keep coming, coming
And going, going away
Away, Away
My hand keeps strumming, strumming
And ooo you've done it, done it
So why you so afraid?
Afraid
I just keep wandering and wondering
Who you are, where you go, and can you go there with me?
Baby
Must these doubts of ours, doubt the stars
Lining up, lighting up, like they're taking the lead?
So what'll it be?
She said "I'll just keep playing"
You draw me out
Like a picture you lost in your head
The thoughts on which were left unsaid til' now
Now they're so loud
In the midst of all of this you ask me, how?
I keep running, running
Good things keep coming, coming
And going, going away
Away, Away
My heart keeps bumping, bumping
And ooo you've done it, done it
So why you so afraid?
Afraid
I just keep wandering and wondering
Who you are, where you go, and can you go there with me?
Baby
Must these doubts of ours, doubt the stars
Lining up, lighting up, like they're taking the lead?
So what'll it be?
She said "I'll just keep playing"
I just keep wandering and wondering
Who you are, where you go, and can you go there with me?
Baby
Must these doubts of ours, doubt the stars
Lining up, lighting up, like they're taking the lead?
So what'll it be?
She said "I'll just keep
Wandering and wondering
Who you are, where you go, and can you go there with me?
Baby
Must these doubts of ours, doubt the stars
Lining up, lighting up, like they're taking the lead?
So what'll it be?"
I said "I'll just keep playing"

Written by:
Tristen Stone

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