Top Coat - Poliça

Top coat, top coat

Callow

Blood lines, bloodline

So shallow

Griever, griever

Wore a sine wave

Heresay, heresay

Where you lie me

I want my hand to be held

You feel it

He don’t feel me

Lie

Stolen, stolen

Where your days end

Promise, promise

Now you sigh low

I want my hand to be held

You feel it

He don’t feel me

Lie