Sights Like These

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, way you stare Tell me is it fine? The way you make me, the way you make me My fantasy's finite Yours could be type nice when you try But I like when you shy out Reflecting in your words So you lie down My fantasy's finite Yours could be type nice when you try But I like when you shy out Reflecting in your words So you lie down Reflecting in your words So you lie down Tell me is it time? The way you stare, way you stare Tell me is it fine? The way you make me, the way you make me And it's painted I see I'm fainting and you won't turn around now You won't turn around now And I'm craving sights like these I'm faking but you won't figure it out now You won't figure it out now And it's painted I see I'm fainting and you won't turn around now You won't turn around now And I'm craving sights like these I'm faking but you won't figure it out now You won't figure it out now Tell me is it time? The way you stare, way you stare Tell me is it fine? The way you make me, the way you make me