Pretend - Blue Sky Black Death, Yes Alexander

I will pretend

I know nothing more than

The words that you said

Out of trouble I have

Become down enough

To where I lay

The night will come

Meet me here again

When the moon is red

And we will have

The world in the

Palm of our hands

I will pretend

I know nothing more than

The words that you said

You won’t stop, no

It will happen so slow

The sweet splat I see

And we will fall to sleep