Hide you from my eyes
Too many people that I probably despise
Just give me around
And I will fabricate a reason for their times
Your modest humour inbetween...
But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean
Come from in a flat
But next to you we'll feel unsaintly and we're tacked
Me you took unclean
And I refuse cos I prefer the outward scene
Your modest humour inbetween
And the very fact you're hanging round suggests you might be keen
It's just that I watch you lying and it feels like spying
We maybe loved once but we are disturbed ones
Tries, but left me bare
To all the witnessing of what I knew was there
I make no excuse
Just give me... Trinity and I'll make use
Your modest humour inbetween
But your leisure eyes are burning now your record isn't clean
It's just that I watch you mess up and I clear what's left up
Is this rehearsal before our reversal?
