Music: Angel Abaya/Sean Guerin
I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
Run into me, run into me
I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
Run into me, run into me
Runnin', you're runnin'
Runnin', you're all the way home
Runnin', you're runnin'
Runnin', you're all the way home
I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that
Run into me, run into me
Runnin', you're runnin'
Runnin', you're all the way home
Runnin', you're runnin'
Runnin', you're all the way home
When the golden milk sunlight drips from the top corner of the wall
All the way to the ends of your fingertips
Any sense of purpose floods you
How can you touch what can't be?
The erotic nature of acquiring something
And you question where it all really came from
Seamlessly contained examination of what you're looking at
What are you looking at?