we all decide how to draw the line we've all got something to hide stairs of light, crazy pen recite we've all got something to hide well we're gonna
Never read Proust Seems a little too long Never used the hammer Without somehow using it wrong I've got time on my hands That I can't wash off I'm crusing
All of the thoughts we thought would stay unsaid Have made their way here instead Before the riot As the days ahead become behind Replace the tape as
Never read Proust Seems a little too long Never used the hammer Without somehow using it wrong I've got time on my hands That I can't wash off I'm guzzling
I hear the things you say I read your mind and I understand Baby the plans you make somehow got off the track Maybe so or we just forgot to plan If it
