It's entangled,
Attempting to draw near to you; Your Colours
You ask a great deal
Without saying a lot,
Also, your quietness
Roars…
Causes me to contemplate
What you need
What's more, I'm left
Disentangling the bunch
Of us.
Better believe it, you ask excessively
No big surprise individuals
Get made up for lost time
Possibly they ought to tune in.
You're similar to rain
Or on the other hand a train out there
What's more, it's acceptable
To hush up
What's more, strain to hear
Your silent murmurs
Fill my ears...
No doubt, now and then
It's acceptable
Just to lie here...
What's more, tune in.
