Testo Kerning

There’s a certain something
In the woodgrain’s chaos and kerning
And the way we operate or disintegrate
Time in lines and rings
The space between five that’s swimming [?]
In the other you’re not wearing
Its glimmer blinded me
So, I never saw you leave
The way we operate or disintegrate
Its glimmer blinded me
The way we operate or disintegrate
Its glimmer blinded me
But I never saw you leave
I never saw you leave