Medium Low

When I was a little boy
I was climbing up the walls
Little did I know I would avoid
So many big city prowlers
Staring at the moon
I sway like balloons
When the AC's on medium low

Looking through the dust on the screen
Is a silhouette of me staring back in the black of reality
I don't know what any of it means
I don't really know anymore
This feeling inside
Can't run if I hide
Can't sink or swim in this amount of water
Medium low

I walk along
I watch my step
I open up
Then hold my breath
I notice everything
Unless it's you who's sneaking up again