All the deamons that i got, they talk like strangers they’re working out of sight
But the noise thay always made it is aloud, it is aloud and i know that
I got a choice, but i’m no fool, i can’t stop hearing
I got a voice, you drop my hand i take my sorrow (x4)
Rit.
All the reasons that i let go by
Little choices that are parting lines
All the reasons that all the reasons why
I’m not the end
All the thoughts and all the plans, i got distracted I lost them in your hand
In my head, in your hair and in your pants
Rit.
Outro (“You shine, you shine, you shine, you’ll be better off me” x4)