Eyes to you, every hand I see. eyes to you, very heavy in my hands.
Eyes raised up to your hand, my arms diseased.
Eyes fall, eyes follow you, and I抣l be,
Something抯 not ready for...
My love for you. I抳e been this space for you.
Our crooked halos and i, I fall to you again.
Some things i, some things I抳e never been told.
Some things I抳e never been told.
Your head to me, heavey as I抦 dropping down.
Son you raise it to me, as my feet, my feet they hit the ground.
All for you my hands are burning,
All for you my knees they抮e hurting.
I push it down for, I push it down for, I push it down for,
Something抯 not ready for...
My love to you. i抣 be your, your space to you,
Your crooked halo, and I fall, and I fall to you again
There抯 some things my friend, some things I抳e never been told...
Some things I抳e never been told.
Can you see that we抳e raced these lessons of our days,
We抮e better of here yeah, we抮e better of dead.
These eyes follow you, my eyes follow you,
Do you remember in our days? , won抰 you let it go...
Can you see me my tired friend, there抯 something I need to tell you.
I guess I meant to give it to you a long, long road ago.
It抯 all for you my hands are beating,
It抯 all for you my mind, I抳e needed you.
I fall to you again, and I fall to you again.
There抯 somethings I抳e never been told.
There抯 somethings we抳e never shown.
There抯 some lines I抳e never told you.
There抯 some times i, I抳e never showed you.
Do you still need my time if I show it to you?
And do you still write it off every time I open to you?
I know it抯 alright, I know it抯 alright, I know it抯 alright
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