Feeling like a dreamer
Sitting on my screamer
Hoping for the fog to disappear
You've had me waiting for hours
It Feels like I've been sleeping for weeks
Makes me want to sit and talk about it
Then you force my name
And the air that lies behind your voice
Curdles it's way in
Get ahead, around the clear, lost all common sense
A little bit, a bit too late
What a washed out mess
Wished I hadn't burned down the fence
Just yet, just yet.
Most want to stop to see where
The story comes to a real bare
Of grudges sleeping down below the peers
Most lookers stop to stare
But you stopped to help
A masterpiece of mindful engineering
Then you call my name
The air that lies within your voice it starts
Racking up my frame
Get ahead, above the clear
Lost all common sense
A little bit, a bit too late
What a freaking mess
Wished I hadn't burnt down the fence
Just yet
Should've used the gas for something else
I bet, I bet
Lips can move, without emotion
I can't hide my foolish notion
Lips can move, n before you know it
All is done, had to blow it
You could be an app to me
But I... can see...
Get ahead, above the clear
Lost all common sense
A little bit, a bit too late
What a fucking mess
Wished I hadn't burned down the fence, just yet
Should've used the gas for something else
I guess, I guess, I guess.