I have had enough of radio silence
I would rather listen to your heart innocence
Everyone knows you're just faking it
But I think id listen
Total incompetence tells alone
Just one look into my eyes you know I would do
Anything to save my soul tonight
No thanks I'll just sit here rise above
Acetate love
Everything is okay as it seems
You can make excuses but you can't fix everything
Here I am standing in front of you
Bearing all my laundry
Everything is dirty
Acetate love
It's the change of your reason
That causes me to listen
But I really can't hear you over these Violins
I have had enough of radio silence
I would rather listen to your heart in a sense
Everyone knows you're just faking it
But I think id listen
