I shield my senses How sensitive To sight Sound I reveal so little 'Cause you burrow holes in my defenses How senseless To begin with
Drawn lines Hands in mid-gesture Hard times For soft hearts How sensitive The reverb of hurt The wise feel What's hidden beneath
Arms rise In gesture Hearts return To center
It echoes from I to we It reverbs from I to we It echoes from I as we Bow down in reverse From the eye we see The wounds we carry And it echoes in reverse
As we return I reveal my shadow How insensitive To deny it the ground I reveal its potential
'Cause it'll burrow into the walls of my defenses Drawn lines Hands in mid-gesture Hard times For soft hearts How sensitive The reverb of hurt The wise feel What's hidden beneath
Arms rise In gesture Hearts return To center
It echoes from I to we It reverbs from I to we It echoes from I as we Bow down in reverse From the eye we see The wounds we carry And it echoes in reverse As we returnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
