I looked at what
|
|
I thought you were
|
|
Faking
|
|
And then I put up
|
|
The walls I’d been making
|
|
It’s so clear, that pushing
|
|
You away,
|
|
Could be the only way
|
|
It’s so clear
|
|
That all the mindless
|
|
Games, could only fan
|
|
The flames
|
|
I looked at what I
|
|
Thought you were saying
|
|
The distance is not the
|
|
Cause,
|
|
It’s in the wanting
|
|
Don’t get to caught up
|
|
In what I’m saying
|
|
It’s so clear
|
|
That all I need
|
|
Is right here
|
|
But I’m too blind to see it
|
|
And I should try to stay here,
|
|
But I’m too scared to do it
|
|
I looked at what I want from you now.
|
|
-----------------
|
So Clear
|
| Slaves On Dope |
