World Made

Land of Talk

Compositor: Elizabeth Powell / Jace S Lasek / Mark Wheaton / Olga Dorice Goreas

Was it something unsaid?
It's getting cold out, well I'm nervous 'til I find your face
Anywhere I go
Aim it gets physical

Was it something undid?
I'm taking four hours, but I'll never fall out of fate
Everywhere I go
Aim it gets physical

Oh, I'm in need, dependent
I will wait up for the call me out
I will warn everyone out there
Honestly you wanna find me

Tell me what you need and I see you get by
I was wrong
I hurt you
Pick me, pick me, and I'm still in love with life
Lay it on
I hurt you

Was it something I said?
Fade away the hours, though I never thought I'd love it
Everywhere I go
It gets physical

Was it something I did?
It's getting cold out, but I'll never fall out of fate
Everywhere I go
It gets physical

Oh, I'm an independent
I won't wait up for the call me out
I won't warn anyone out there
Honestly you wanna find me

Tell me what you feel 'cause I need to get by
I was wrong
I hurt you
Pick me, pick me, and I'm still in love with life
Lay it on
I hurt you

Tell me what you see and the fear you get by
I was wrong
I hurt you
Pick me, pick me, and I'm still in love with life
Lay it on
I hurt you