Top coat, top coat
Callow
Blood lines, bloodline
So shallow
Griever, griever
Wore a sine wave
Heresay, heresay
Where you lie me
I want my hand to be held
You feel it
He don’t feel me
Lie
Stolen, stolen
Where your days end
Promise, promise
Now you sigh low
I want my hand to be held
You feel it
He don’t feel me
Lie