the boulevard is bustlin a vast and wrinkled muslin is pulled over my eyes and i know i don t belong there is a noise inside of me that bustles asymmetrically oh how have i to balance those sounds into a song it s time to let your hair down and give yourself permission it takes courage and control but you start by letting go oh the city s an analogy for things building inside of me there s chaos in this discord still we move along the chaos sings of symmetry and all her words are poetry and that s the kind of city which i want to belong it s time to let your hair down and give yourself permission it takes courage and control but you start by letting go oh oh i think i feel i see oh that this place is not me i want to belong but be wild and free oh he who asks receives it s time to let your hair down and give yourself permission it takes courage and control but you start by letting go oh it s time to let your hair down and give yourself permission oh it takes courage and control but you start by letting go oh