Real world:

I try to stay down low. Keep my head out of the clouds. You always want to go to the show, but me, I don't like crowds. Say it in the first person, there's a lesson to learn. I keep my heart locked away, in hopes that for your love it won't yearn The chase is ok, but I fancy the fall. What I wouldn't give, to be a fly on the wall. In the room of decisions the moment they're made. Every time in the end, it hits my heart just like a grenade.