Lips Untitled Voices
Tell me what you're thinking.
I wanna know.
For all untitled voices.
That came to show.
Laughing in your bedroom lights, near the bedroom door again.
Oh, make me stronger.
And give me glory. Give me life.
Give me needy, peoples' strife.
Walk away from me, and leave.
Tell me what you're doing.
All alone.
This picture perfect ballroom.
Amends the bone.
(Chorus)
