Tell me something I don't know
Lead me through these streets from home
Your eyes like teeth
Back to me
I only like what I can't see
Laudy is and laudy be
What he's after like you and me
You wait too long
Thrill is gone
Your stories aren't that comforting
Pick up the pen you're staring in your sleep
A breath of fresh air bottled smells so cheap
You don't know what I don't wanna be
And after all, after all you'd rather grit your teeth
Won't let go, white-knuckle hold
Of private coves and halfway homes
They've got your name
Ear to the door
You'd better pray you're not a bore
Pick up the pen you're staring in your sleep
A breath of fresh air bottled smells so cheap
You don't know what I don't want to be
And after all, after all you'd rather grit your teeth
More dreams, more to land
My intentions aren't that planned
Wanting what's there by your side
And I can't sleep at night
More dreams, more to land
My intentions aren't that planned
Mulling over what I can't find
I tried, hole in hands