Science - Folly & the Hunter

Try not to rush, there is nothing after us

Just our worries in disguise, fueled by overbearing pride

I feel drunk when I’m with you

There’s a grace in what we do

Though I know I’m in a way, I’ll get over it someday

There’s a science to all our anxious sounds

And a progress that I just can’t figure out

Don’t let me push my weight, or give into a lust

I need for you to stay, or we reunite with dust

I’m mostly in my head, being chased by dogs, eyes-red

Though I know their phantom shapes, there’s only so much I can take

There’s a science to all our anxious sounds

And a progress that I just can’t figure out

Don’t let me push my weight, or give into a lust

I need for you to stay, or we reunite with dust