Naboo

Navigating my way through eyes That I do not recognize, no Divided attention might Might misguide my intentions, oh I And I tend to hold you high I wanna be your samurai, yeah And I tend to simplify And ask myself questions like Do we need to have a mansion Just to feel we have a home? Do I have to have a kingdom, love Just to put you on a throne? We can manage expectations We can go high if you want Just more building than destruction, love Is the way that we should go The paradox of choices, I Am always running out of time, I Inherited these wounds of mine That the grass is always greener, oh I Wrapped up cocoon we hide Governed by the world outside, yeah Seed growing up inside I'm gonna be a padre, oh I And I'm more thankful For these mornings and open eyelids I'm more thankful For this old body with new surprises And I'm more thankful For what I own than what I don't right now What I don't right now Do we need to have a mansion Just to feel we have a home? Do I have to have a kingdom, love Just to put you on a throne? We can manage expectations We can go high if you want Just more building than destruction, love Is the way that we should go Do we need to have a mansion Just to feel we have a home? Do I have to have a kingdom, love Just to put you on a throne? We can manage expectations We can go high if you want Just more building than destruction, love Is the way that we should go