Thirteen Senses A Lot Of Silence Here
It seems predictable but I don't have a clue
Of what she wants, right now
And talk is measured in the sip of every time
And what I want, is time
This is the last straw and I feel like letting go
In a state of mind could be traded in with you
It seems predictable a lot of silence here
And what I want, is here
The skies above are just reflections in your eyes
Their out of touch, and time
This is the last straw and I feel like letting go
In a state of mind could be traded in with you
Your telling it like it is
Showing us how it is
Telling us what is broke and
showing us what is fixed
It's complicated I don't want
to, bring me down
Telling it like it is
Showing us how it is
Telling us what is broke and
showing us what is fixed
