[Verse 1]

In the past every moment was

Head again on it

Why do you like a low life?

[Verse 2]

A mark of red was dressed on the way in

Through the blinds he’s stuttering

Out what meant most of all, the relation

[Verse 3]

Carried up from a cutting hand

Held in my arms

What leaves a purpose?

Can I know?

A ring of caught hair

[Verse 4]

You’re looking past who may have arrived then

He’s still out there digging a spot

For the pair of us, the impatience

[Outro]

I know you stay too late to look around

I know you stay too late to look around

I know you stay too late to look around

I know you stay too late to look around