Testo Under Control

The sun is up
The clouds are blue
I never seen it look so good
I have one question and its that
Why do you occupy my mind?

I thought this was under control
I thought this was under control And I stand here waiting for a sign
From the angels above
Do you still think of me?
Think of me

Talking outside on the grass
I felt the time went way too fast
The masterplan will never work
If I keep messing up like this

I thought this was under control
I thought this was under control
And I stand here waiting for a sign
From the angels above
Do you still think of me?
I'm not giving up quite yet
I worked on this too long
Everytime we converse
You seem so occupied
I have no tricks up my sleeve
Except to be just me
And I don't think that will even work

Perhaps this is a waste of time
Nothing really seems to rhyme
Another week with no results
I can't tell if it is my fault

I thought this was under control
I thought this was under control
From the angels above
Do you still think of me?
Think of me...