Sara Hulse Songs, life events and the other stuff

Infinity

Oh, Oh, we’ll all be together, assuming time goes on forever.

Baby, when I sing these lines I’m livin’ the life,

I’m jammin’ all night singing’oh, Oh

Freedom’s what you make it, and baby I’m so good at faking it.

I am the master of escaping it.

 

I don’t want to play their game anymore.

Pounding, I’ve found I’m on the inside door.

It’s not locked to the world they can come on in

and take an inventory while they wait to begin.

Maybe, baby, I don’t want to be boxed in.

Spread my wings out wide and get caught by the wind.

I want to get on that merry prankster bus again

with the beatnik hippies and all my friends singin’

 

I don’t want to play their game anymore.

See me puking out words on God’s bathroom floor.

Well, I am only a girl but I’m a flame burning in this infinity, we are always learning.

They say it was a very different time back then,

but there’s no begining and there’s no end.

I’m on the now trip baby and that’s my thing.

I don’t really care what you want me to sing.

I don’t really care what you want me to sing.

I don’t really care what they tell me to think.

I am just a bird getting caught by the wind.

I am just a girl getting deep in it.

I don’t really care if I am not what I seem.

I don’t really care if I ever get my drink.

I am just a girl getting lost in it.

I don’t really care ¬†what you want me to sing.