Из альбома: Lay Low
What’s worth saying
What’s worth keeping
Should I speak my truth
And get you running
The air is thick, thick
From you trailing
Studying the step
And giving it meaning
So you think
You’ve understood
Caught me on the move
On the lookout
And you’re waiting for my words
To wash you open
And you’re waiting for my words
To wash your open
What’s the point in that
What’s to say
That it ran free
That it couldn’t be you
To forget about me It’s the weight of being light
And it’s wringing my neck
And you looking for patterns
In all of this
So you think
You’ve understood
Caught me on the move
On the lookout
And you’re waiting for my words
To wash you open
And you’re waiting for my words
To wash your open
What’s the point in that
What’s worth saying
What’s worth keeping
Should I speak my truth
And get you running
The air is thick, thick
From you trailing
Studying the step
And giving it meaning
So you think
You’ve understood
Caught me on the move
On the lookout
And you’re waiting for my words
To wash you open…
And you’re waiting for my words
To wash your open…
And I just might