It's Nothing

Vines on the window Dust on the floorboards Cold in the hallway Old voices in these walls When the strings hit and my hands catch the cue Static in the air, running straight to you No rules now, move how you want to Give it to me Rip the script, let the old rules shatter Give it to me Electric touch, strings pulling me for more Give it to me We don't fit that frame, no, we just move different Snap the silence Old roots in the dirt, but the beat's still living Faster than they see it In my head, it's already building No flip of a coin, no, we're writing the ending We don't need a stage, hear the pressure start to crack And again and again Give it to me Rip the script, let the old rules shatter Give it to me Electric touch, strings pulling me for more Give it to me We don't fit that frame, no, we just move different Move different Yeah, we just move different