Blackchords Home Of The Tired
Slow Down
Don't pull down the blindfold
Your time isn't up yet
Go on go home
Darling
This love that you're tasting
These thoughts that you're thinking
Well its not love at all
Wise up
These plans that you're making
These moves that you're taking
You're just running away
Wake up
The mask that you're wearing
The fool that you're acting
You're just hiding away