Give me the warming sound of calling off the fight
I wanna listen to the sound of something right
I didn’t wanna take another step that way
Stating the obvious has always seemed passé
I’ll cover your dim lit side, control your mind at night
The savage inside my head with you will ride the tide.
Though everything’s different now, I’ll wrap your brow and fold it up inside
Don’t really a know thing, beside your silence I don’t a thing
Give me the warming sound of calling off the truce
I wanna listen to the sound of nothing new
I’ll cover your dim lit side, control your mind at night
The savage inside my head with you will ride the tide.
The reverie’s different now, I can wrap your brow and fold it up inside
Don’t really know a thing, beside your silence I don’t know a thing.

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