Taking free of charge what’s set plain
These filtering stains are nothing more than
Patterns feeding attentive skin
It’s all the same
Soft cut and backwards, what you want to hear
It’s in the way that you need me
It’s just the sound that is numbing
There’s no face to consider why
There’s no beating language to left to lie on
Hands out, soaked smiles couldn’t let be
It’s all the same
Soft cut and backwards and i don’t want to have
Another wreck to assign
Just to clear your name
And dry in pretense while you still sing to me
One side holds indecisions blessed
This easy direction to pull opinions
Closer, selfless, let’s sink it now
Another wreck to assign
Just to clear your name
And dry in pretense while you still sing to me
Last chance, last chance, last chance