And she said it was alright
to recover things, to recover me
You know it all except the bound of my true embrace trough the words I said
because I just want to fall down
in your deep blue eyes, in your stormless face
but lumber trough the crowd
it's decree weakness as my common sense
You've been lost without a trace
should I be aiming for your touch
And I quash all revulsion
it was so much happier than today
when love won't gain no ground
with your foolish odds
on your complementary choices
I obey until you say you will
You've been lost without a trace
should I be aiming for your touch