Naboo

Original

Navigating my way through eyes

That I do not recognize, no

Divided attention might

Might misguide my intentions, oh, I

And I tend to hold you high

I wanna be your samurai, yeah

And I tend to simplify

And ask myself questions like

Do we need to have a mansion

Just to feel we have a home?

Do I have to have a kingdom, love

Just to put you on a throne?

We can manage expectations

We can go high if you want

Just more building than destruction, love

Is the way that we should go

The paradox of choices, I

Am always running out of time, I

Inherited these wounds of mine

That the grass is always greener, oh, I

Wrapped up cocoon we hide

Governed by the world outside, yeah

Seed growing up inside

I'm gonna be a padre, oh, I

And I'm more thankful

For these mornings and open eyelids

I'm more thankful

For this old body with new surprises

And I'm more thankful

For what I own than what I don't right now

What I don't right now

Do we need to have a mansion

Just to feel we have a home?

Do I have to have a kingdom, love

Just to put you on a throne?

We can manage expectations

We can go high if you want

Just more building than destruction, love

Is the way that we should go

Do we need to have a mansion

Just to feel we have a home?

Do I have to have a kingdom, love

Just to put you on a throne?

We can manage expectations

We can go high if you want

Just more building than destruction, love

Is the way that we should go