I see the way we coincide And it’s nothing more than chance. If I were on for feeling fate, I’ll be none for you to trust. So never tell me that I think of you holding on
To all these solid bodies sinking me
Living is an open sea and the’ knows my length So silent is a stranger’s home when the hour cut me dead. I’ll never roll away, away of you I’ll never hate the way I wanted to
I know that you’re lying And all that I’m waiting for The looking in and waiting on Just anything, the destine settling
So ‘ is stating truth We’re leaving’it holds me Replacing the feelings so soon ‘ just like I don’t
I know that you’re lying And all that I’m waiting for The looking in and waiting on Just anything, the destine settling More from Arthur Beatrice