Testo Grace

Here your [?] sleep from where your standing on dry land
Being blown by the wind changing your mind
'Til i can't trust you with what you're saying you'll do
You're always stopping through, trying to find a way back home

Now I'm locked outside of your grey apartment building
Where you're faking the loss and ignored the complications
Of hiding a life beneath your baggy clothing I've lied once or twice
But it's hard to react when you're looking in my eyes