I was waking up to

The way you move

The way you love

The way you fall

Tell me is it time

The way you stare, the way you stare

Tell me is it fine

The way you make me, the way you make me

My fantasy finite

Yours could be type nice

When you try

I like when you shy out

Reflecting in your words

So you lie down

My fantasy finite

Yours could be type nice

When you try

I like when you shy out

Reflecting in your words

So you lie down

Tell mе is it time

The way you stare, thе way you stare

Tell me is it fine

The way you make me, the way you make me

It's painted

I see & I'm fainting

And you won't turn around now

And you won't turn around now

& I'm craving

Sights like these, I'm faking

But you won't figure it out now

But you won't figure it out now

It's painted

I see & I'm fainting

And you won't turn around now

And you won't turn around now

& I'm craving

Sights like these, I'm faking

But you won't figure it out now

But you won't figure it out now

Tell me is it fine, the way you make

Tell me is it fine

Tell me is it fine

Tell me is it fine, the way you make me

The way you make me?