There`s a tear in the fabric.. Of your favorite dress... And I`m sneaking glances... Looking for the patterns and static that start to make since... the longer i`m at it...
Ivory lines bleed... ohhh well ... ohhhwelll.....
Your heart is a river.. that flows from your chest.. through every organ.. your brain is the damn and i am the fish, that can`t reach the core..
Ivory lines bleed... ohhh well.. ohhhwellll....
Ohh instincts are misleading... you shouldn`t think what your feeling.. They don`t tell you why.. You know you should why...