[ Featuring M4LA ]
A simple serenade
I hear, I hear
Trickle down the lane
Again, again
And I know not
From whence it came
Again
But in the fullness of the day
I move inside of it
Inside of it
Inside of it
I tell myself
Whatever happens
It happens
I step out of the back of my head
I'm behind me, I can see all before
And all that's in my wake
So, so , so, so peculiar
So, so , so, so peculiar
I gather up my thoughts
Like a lover that's been taught
Nothing here
And nothing here
Can teach me, can reach me
So, I gather up my thoughts
Well I stare
I was staring
At my own reflection
I know not what I see
Could it be me?
Could it be me?
You are not what you appear to be
You are not what you appear to be
You are not what you appear to be
You are not what you appear to be
You are not what you appear to be
You are not what you appear to be
You are not
You are not
