Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways

And I have to rest my head Please do not follow where I am leading Someone must clear these things away Here in the burnt out husk of the morning Strung out with nothing left to say Yeah this was one hell of a party Nobody ever got to bed But the morning

Choke, on a kiss, I thought I'd save my breath for you Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm hanging on you Give me some rope I'm coming loose, I'm pulling for you now Give me some rope I'm coming, out of my head, into the clear when you, go, I, go,

I'm swimming to the surface I'm coming up for air Oh, I need a breath I need a breath Fill my lungs 'Cause you're making me feel nervous I need to clear my head I can't believe my ears I don't wanna believe my ears

My sweet adrenaline My my, I cant lie I need a shot again We are trying to get some clear blue sky Tic toc I think the well is running dry Dead state cause some fears in the head Burn burn cause the needle is in the red My my just cant lie

Watch the sunset disappear And drink a beer So I'm gonna sit right here On the edge of this pier When I got the news today I didn't know what to say. So I just hung up the phone. I took a walk to clear my head, This is where the walking lead

To clear my head To think about my life Decompression Depression period With or without you We fight it out We work it out Give me some ti-i-ime I'm never there

I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry Never too much, never too much, so much I just cashed out on my neck, that's a house Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain't hearin' it So much ice,

Toy-like people make me boy-like I sink myself in hair upon my lover I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my error You click a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways through the club

Toy-like people make me boy-like I see myself in there upon my lover I found a reason I seen you go down to a cold mirror It was never clearer in my era so You lick a shine upon your forehead or Check it by the signs in the corridor You light my ways