trundle bed Songtext
von Runner

Tiny in the darkness where we couldn′t see the moon
Staring at the ceiling of your furnished rented room
Wondering life thrusts at the plaster overhead
Imagining the atlas from a wooden trundle bed


Though I struggle to remember how the growing pains clutched tight
I think about you often, but it's often late at night
And someday I′d like to ask if all this distance feels alright
But we don't talk much, and when we do, we always fight

And is it quiet where you are? Are you finding peace of mind?
Assembling the pieces, biting fingers, biding time

Do you know my fails?
Do you know my fails?
Do you know my fails?
Should I know my fails?