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, the way you stare
Tell me is it fine
The way you make me, the way you make me

My fantasy finite
Yours could be type nice
When you try
I like when you shy out
Reflecting in your words
So you lie down
My fantasy finite
Yours could be type nice
When you try
I like when you shy out
Reflecting in your words
So you lie down

Tell mе is it time
The way you stare, thе way you stare
Tell me is it fine
The way you make me, the way you make me
It's painted
I see & I'm fainting
And you won't turn around now
And you won't turn around now
& I'm craving
Sights like these, I'm faking
But you won't figure it out now
But you won't figure it out now

It's painted
I see & I'm fainting
And you won't turn around now
And you won't turn around now
& I'm craving
Sights like these, I'm faking
But you won't figure it out now
But you won't figure it out now

Tell me is it fine, the way you make
Tell me is it fine
Tell me is it fine
Tell me is it fine, the way you make me
The way you make me?