The boulevard is bustling
A vast and wrinkled muslin
Is all over my eyes
And i know i don't belong
There is a noise inside of me
That bustles asymmetrically
Oh how am i to balance
Those sounds into a song?
It's time to let your hair down
And give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
But you start by letting go oh
The city's an analogy
For things building inside of me
There's chaos and there's discourse
Still we move along
The chaos sings of symmetry
And all her words are poetry
And that's the kind of city
Which i want to belong mmm
It's time to let your hair down
And give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
But you start by letting go oh ooh
oh i think, i feel, i see
oh that this place is not me
i want to be alone, but be wild and free
oh he who asks receives
It's time to let your hair down
And give yourself permission
It takes courage and control
But you start by letting go oh
It's time to let your hair down
And give yourself permission
Oh it takes courage and control
But you start by letting go oh