Messing with my messages
I sent one, but you got two again
And if I sent you bags of bone and blood
Would you not refuse my love?
Oh no. It's serious.
Messing with my eyes and head
I walked through a wall for you again
And if I said one thing you understood
Then you won't refuse my love
Oh no. It's serious
Under you
Under me
Is deeper than I can be
Here in morning mirror, dress.
But I could only see you in my likeness
I'll reflect a beam that shines above
Then you won't refuse my love
Oh no. it's serious
Under you
Under me
Is deeper than I can be