歌词 - Intuition
What gives, what helps the intuition
I'll know, I'll know
(Oh) I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although
They can lead you
hidereveal to
A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal could break your home
And have
A love is not complete
With only heat
And They can tease you
Breakcomplete you
And in came a heatwave
A merciful save
You choose, you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal
Than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important something was
And what you might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I, did I
Did I miss out on you