Slain promises, promises
In my bed
To be correct, I'm looking for a clean space to rest my head
No attachment, none
To the number that I called on that Plain Night
It's gone, It's gone
Well I can see that you might think
That it's still open to you
The line is drawn on that black shirt
Knock, knock, knocking it down to my level
Knock, knock, knocking it down to my level
Slain promises, promises
Back to the 3rd floor
You see the left, the city lights are blinding
By the sheets to the front
No attachment, none
To the number that I called on that plain night
It's gone, It's gone
Well I can see that you might think
That it's still open to you
The line is drawn on that black shirt
Knock, knock, knocking it down to my level
Knock, knock, knocking it down to my level
Well I can see that you might think
That it's still open to you
The line is drawn on that black shirt
Knock, knock, knocking it down to my level
Knock, knock, knocking it down to my level