Vārdi: Rosetta Stone. Interference.

if fortune feigned a smile i'd search for hairline cracks
i'd fear the interfered i'd know there's no pushing back
those touching on for more than i mean
to keep out of reach take far more than they need
restrain the bitten hand that feeds the prettiest of evil
no one ever believes
walk blind talking kind there nothing going on in my mind
i wish you ran rings 'round me

you wish you ran rings 'round me
i wish if i could just wish it away
the pieces run through my fingers and all for you to own
and this all matters
you couldn't leave me alone