Fiction Company Design
Day breaks on my face.
I don't know where I am.
I have to leave this place someday
And I dress like a magician.
Oh, what's your position
On that right now?
You're so precise
When you have the time.
There must be a better time
Then now.
I think that it's true, every time
That you are sad
Someone is sadder than you.
I feel the same,
But there's no time to dodge the rain.
And you are so precise
When you have the time,
But what's in your design?
Oh, what's in your design?
It's time to go,
But every time you leave,
Well, something disappears.
It always disappears.
And every time you say that
You would go away
And there's no reason to stay.
Oh, what's in your design?
It's time to go,
But every time you leave,
Well, something disappears.
It always disappears.
And every time you say that
You would go away
And there's no reason to stay.
Give it to me
Give it to me
Give it to me
That would be mine.
