Lyrics: Lachlan Bostock/Matthew Ifield/Alexis Idarose Kesselman
Music: Lachlan Bostock/Matthew Ifield/Alexis Idarose Kesselman
You've got a tight grip on my arm when it's dark
Head on your shoulder so it's close to your heart
Hands are like magnets, you can't pull them apart
Feet in the sand, we don't know where to start
We've got a way of always locking eyes
Building a sandcastle under the sky
Are we kidding ourselves
Into thinking we don't know what we felt?
Somehow I never keep track of the time
Looking at you like I'm scared what I'll find
Am I kidding myself
Into thinking you don't feel it as well?
Into thinking it's not bound to go well?
Why does everybody torture themselves into thinking?
Oh
Always thinking
Overthinking
Are we kidding ourselves?
Are we kidding ourselves?
Kidding ourselves
Into thinking you don't feel it as well?