So, what do you see inside

What do you try to hide

Well, It's not like I should write

Words that make you cry

Or feel something else inside

Well let me sit back and talk about life.



Run so far I can't see your face

I want to

Run so far I can't feel the trace



So what do you have inside

Now that you see inside

Would you make the wave subside

I need you thinking

I need you dreaming

To make connections with our minds



Run so far I can't see your face

I want to

Run so far I can't feel the trace



I won't taint my words with thoughts of regret



I can't see with your eyes

Or write with your hands

I dig deep in the sand and melt into glass

You can't live with me here if you can't spell my name

All the pictures you drew they keep come the same

Always talking words that you can't seem to tame

Stomping out the flames of desire

I reach into a mouth that longs for my taste.



So, so now you see inside

But still you try to hide

From the mouth that likes to bite

The hand that gives to

The hand that feeds you

The hand that tends to make you cry

It's in the digging

It's in the melting

It's in a fraction of our minds

You've got me thinking

You've got me dreaming

This is the sex of perfect life



Run so far I can't see your face

I want to

Run so far I can't feel the trace



Stop while I levitate here for you

And you won't see the strings

I'll be fine up here

As long as I'm amused

And I won't feel the strain




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