May I?
There's a burning in your eyes,
A colour so surreal,
A plea so deafening.
And still I feel it,
When your lashes meet.
How did you manage
To make so many mistakes?
And you ask me
To trust...
There's an apology in your eyes.
I won't deny,
It's stunning.
But for now,
I'm turning the other way.
A colour so surreal,
A plea so deafening.
And still I feel it,
When your lashes meet.
How did you manage
To make so many mistakes?
And you ask me
To trust...
There's an apology in your eyes.
I won't deny,
It's stunning.
But for now,
I'm turning the other way.