The Tourist

The tourist doesn't know he's on holiday
But he knows, it doesn't feel like home
He's sure, he remembers yesterday
He wears it when he flies
It lays next to him at night

In the circus, the mirrors distort your face
You smile, if you're prone to crying

In diminishing astonishment
As you grow increasingly incontinent
With your feet upon the continents
And your heart in the clouds

It's fine, I think you've done this forever
Every time, I think you've done this forever

Get up
Get out
Go outside
We're all waiting on your smile
We're all waiting on your smile

Get up
Get out
Go outside
We're all waiting on your smile
We're all waiting on your smile

I swear
Been doing this forever
Been doing this forever
Been doing this forever

Get up
Get out
Go outside
We're all waiting on your smile
We're all waiting on your smile

Get up
Get up
Get outside
We're all waiting for your smile
I'll know it when I see it baby
The clues are getting closer to the bone
If it's one way or the other
We ride in on love
'Cause' fear, fear oh fear, might try to hold you down
Like every other run around

But I swear
You've been doing this forever
Been doing this forever
Been doing this forever
Been doing this forever

I swear (I swear) I swear
Been doing this forever (been doing this forever)
Been doing this forever (been doing this forever)
Been doing this forever (been doing this forever)
Thank you for the chance to try again