I turn my head up to the sky I focus one thought at a time I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeves You couldn't be alone, the time I feel like I am walking blind I have no where I'll have time
I like the way that you talk, I like the way that you walk. It's hard to recreate such an individual game You wait you turn in the queue, You say your sorries and thank you's I don't think you're ever A hundred percent in the room
