Tekst
Theres a knife with light, in the corner
Youre getting my attention,
Might telling me youre
Were in the picture frame,
Buying things is different while the postcard
The envelope you came in
So would you, drop by
Into the same static light
Of day and night
Look through my eyes, of blue and white
And take me
Is so stronger in your own reaction
pieces of my portrait
You fix them and replace them, make me feel important
You are static light, is starting by
Its in my eyes
Reflecting, and memory
So would you, drop by
Into the same static light
Of day and night
Look through my eyes, of blue and white
And take me.
