Sights Like These

I was waking up

To the way you move

The way you love

The way you fall

Tell me is it time?

The way you stare, way you stare

Tell me is it fine?

The way you make me, the way you make me

My fantasy's finite

Yours could be type nice when you try

But I like when you shy out

Reflecting in your words

So you lie down

My fantasy's finite

Yours could be type nice when you try

But I like when you shy out

Reflecting in your words

So you lie down

Reflecting in your words

So you lie down

Tell me is it time?

The way you stare, way you stare

Tell me is it fine?

The way you make me, the way you make me

And it's painted I see

I'm fainting and you won't turn around now

You won't turn around now

I'm craving sights like these

I'm faking but you won't figure it out now

You won't figure it out now

And it's painted I see

I'm fainting and you won't turn around now

You won't turn around now

And I'm craving sights like these

I'm faking but you won't figure it out now

You won't figure it out now

Tell me is it time?

The way you stare, way you stare

Tell me is it fine?

The way you make me, the way you make me