Album: The Overture & The Underscore
Between love we make divide, navigate
Confusion translates what you can't explain
Though lines are not the face
Are your eyes not ashamed?
Of past now to drink
If tired and wandering
In circles that spin down-spiralled toward sin
It's all very clear
This time I will travel alone
Don't let me in I'll shut you out
Take control of the wheel and now
It'll lead me on to a sense of my true intentions
My true intentions
No time to forsake
To turn, run away
These answers you bring are symptoms of things
You try to forget
But your mind is betrayed
Don't let me in I'll shut you out
Take control of the wheel and now
It'll lead me on to a sense of my true intentions
My true intentions
Have a listen
Do you hear them?
Have a listen to my true intentions