Iamamiwhoami Thin
I find between the clocks of night
Has my eyes in control
Regarding in that weary eyes
And we watch them grow
When the time is right
We're ready to begin
At the first tide,
Your patience's wearing thin
It's got it in the night
It's got it a winter wait
Melting into thin, thin
The kind of it's a game to begin
Left of being swallowed whole
By offer it? me
To any given form, oho
It's getting in the night
Like? and sheets of white
Spreading by the wind
They don't turn back
Be as in one, holding me out of track
Wanting to find
They don't turn back
Be as in one, holding me out of track
Wanting to find
