Flow

Just as you let yourself go

I'll be a shape outside your window

Just as you shake your head no

I'll be a pill you're forced to swallow

Hungry for what they call flow

Hungry for what they call flow

And if your knees shake

It means you are awake

And if your hands swell

Well, nobody can tell

But I won't let you hurt yourself no more

I won't let you hate yourself no more

Hungry for what they call flow

Hungry for what they call flow

And there's nowhere, nowhere to hide from

A heart this, this big

There's nowhere, nowhere to hide from

A heart this, this big

I called the house of the Lord

He had a swollen sword

He said, "Run, run, run, run from the wall

I ain't got no room in this hall,"

I called the house of the Lord

He had a swollen sword

He said, "Run, run, run, run from the wall

I ain't got no room in this hall,"

I called the house of the Lord

I called the house of the Lord

I called the house of the Lord

But there ain't no one home

Choose light

Choose light

Choose light