in this quiet little place
i can't remember having known a different pace
in this quiet little place
i can surrender to the beauty of its face
and now everything i see
whether it's an airplane or a tree
it makes me wonder
about the things i must have missed
and the chains around my wrists
they are no longer
in this quiet little place
i can't imagine what it's like to be back home
where they care about what time it is
and spend their days answering the phone
and now everything i feel
whether it's fiction or it's real
it's so much clearer
like the color of this light
it seems more dangerous and bright
but i don't fear her
and slowly it fades, i'm back in the race
i have to fight it, i know
i don't want to go away
in this quiet little place
you run your fingers through my hair and whisper "hey"
and no matter how i try
i can't seem to think of anything better to say