Hear me out i was so prepared
Hear me out i was so prepared
And I don't get it
I don't get it
And you're staring out to sea
With the choreography
Of despondency
Clinging onto me
And I don't know what to say
To make this go away
Until Sunday
Just lay and lay and lay and lay
My hands
Are not
My own
Just stop
And drop
The phone
And you're staring out to sea
With the choreography
Of despondency
Clinging onto me
