Are we one? On this stir While we gaze Our way You lock hypnotized Why you lie Night so long Speak into arms Hey steal stream Once the heat I feel on my arm ...asleep in our clothes I feel like something altered
Won’t you say up through who you were Can’t you be my real thing Shotgun, that doesn’t feel Keep your feet off your dream
With this love Why do we set’em But I won’t run Splint an end Smallest eyes Broken flyers With our eyes Tangled cheeks Tangled hair I thought you’d be you Hear the names Trying it Feels the same Something mature
Won’t you say up through who you were Can’t you be my real thing Shotgun, that doesn’t feel Keep your feet off your dream
Won’t you say up through who you were Can’t you be my real thing Shotgun, that doesn’t feel Keep your feet off your dream
Won’t you say up through who you were Can’t you be my real thing Shotgun, that doesn’t feel Keep your feet off your dream
