You don’t tell me I’ll figure it out,

When we’re over to something else,

Drop the rain into my eyes,

And I want to cry with myself.

There’s only one that comes with me, There’s only you that want to try this way, I know that we can be one, And we are always made of vice and we can fly over.

You don’t tell me I’ll figure it out,

When we’re over to something else,

Drop the rain into my eyes,

And I want to cry with myself.

There’s only one that comes with me, There’s only you that want to try this way, I know that we can be one, And we are always made of vice and we can fly over.