There is a boy who's already too late but she don't know how to explain that
With the pieces of mind that get stuck in the gate as I wait outside your open window
With the midnight surgeons of about your face doesn't seem to fit in the picture
Oh this is the strangest of ways to start a love for cuts and offhand cuts and our communication
One and two with you explaining the fact that it was not what you wanted to
Going around the secrets got buried in the ground
Nothing is real the sounds and sliences unreal
She'll creep into bed cold equations instead they turn to castles and moors
Sides of opaque when she went under the lake
People are strangers to you but we are not strangers to you no
One and two with you explaining the fact that it was not what you wanted to
When you were around the secrets got buried in the ground just like the wires in your blood
