Polite Fiction - Perspective Songtexte

Smile like you do
Come around again
This presence of mind
Perspective can lend
Take take take
You give and take
How’s it gonna feel when
You break break break
This thin veneer
The air of indifference you make

Tell me how
Tell me when
I'll ever tire of you here
And I could comb this town
For years and years
And never find a gaze
That’s quite as clear
Clear as you

Sing to me at night
And put me to sleep
A lucid lullaby
My heart you would keep
Hold hold hold
You hold me here
In your palm with fingers curled
Told told told
I told you my dear
That you would be my world

And you could quench
All of my thirst
The drink is sweetest
When it's sour first
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