- cifra
Floating around the urge
Cannot decide
Only makes it worse
This time
I've seen it through the fume
But I know it's not true
Closing eyes beneath this glow
I'll call, we'll come
Floating around the urge
Cannot decide
Only makes it worse
This time
Motives start to slur
Will you decide?
Only makes it worse
Inside
Days gone by away now
Perfect skies of grey now
Through the night it rains down
A thousand miles away now
Floating around the urge
Cannot decide
Only makes it worse
This time
Motives start to slur
Will you decide?
Only makes it worse
Inside
