I cannot see who you are
I get on with things anyways
Its suspicious to see it all
I levy on these sunny things
(please) Lift me where I can see for good
Listen to your mourning, go to bed
Nowhere nor do these things stay
Just go on to the side of the light, please
Instead of being by myself
Dedicated dreams I'd say
And take it up on my side, my son
Then bother on these things anyways
And I won't tell
This gentle feel I talk to
Don't refute this
What if we let them, not just let them
In the echo
This gentle feel I talk to
Don't refute this
What if we let them, not just let them
In the echo
Please
Could have, wished we would, can
Slight stoning mural we give
Wish we could see your grave
Then levy on these things anyways
Just to feel you to go on in my mind
Before the amount of stress we took
Back around on the top of your new home
And fan out on some things anyways
Discretions that seem from the heart
I levy on these things anyways
And I won't tell
This gentle feel I talk to
Don't refute this
What if we let them, not just let them
In the echo
This gentle feel I talk to
Don't refute this
What if we let them, not just let them
In the echo
In the echo
In the echo
In the echo