True Believer - Widowspeak

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

Wont you say up through who you were

Cant you be my real thing

Shotgun, that doesnt feel

Keep your feet off your dream

With this love

Why do we setem

But I wont run

Splint an end

Smallest eyes

Broken flyers

With our eyes

Tangled cheeks

Tangled hair

I thought youd be you

Hear the names

Trying it

Feels the same

Something mature

Wont you say up through who you were

Cant you be my real thing

Shotgun, that doesnt feel

Keep your feet off your dream

Wont you say up through who you were

Cant you be my real thing

Shotgun, that doesnt feel

Keep your feet off your dream

Wont you say up through who you were

Cant you be my real thing

Shotgun, that doesnt feel

Keep your feet off your dream