The boulevard is bustling A vast and wrinkled muslin Is all over my eyes And i know i don't belong There is a noise inside of me That bustles asymmetrically Oh how am 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 and there's discourse 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 mmm It's time to let your hair down And give yourself permission It takes courage and control But you start by letting go oh ooh oh i think, i feel, i see oh that this place is not me i want to be alone, 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