Haven

The truth

It lies

Beneath you, no surprise

Before the silver

Shines into my eyes

Ignore my side

Far away, I guess I'll go

You force the feeling low

I'm taking my time

Won't bleed my design

When there's two

These eyes

Are finding points of view

And I'm sick to the core

Of finding no more

Far away, I guess I'll go

You force the feeling low

I'm taking my time

Won't bleed my design

My design, my design, my design