I get up, I get down
I get pushed around
I make love to the sound
Of the underground
And I make myself believe that it's easy
And I'm calling my name in ways that are pleasing
And I'm calling my name into the sun
I was just grabbing my [A]own feelings
Down from the beach it was [Am7]hot, it was [Am7]summertime
And we wished in our heads we would be [Am]screaming down at the fireflies
We were just ɾunning our fingers through our hair
We were feeling fine
Feeling fine