Widowspeak - True Believer

Are we one?
On this stir
While we gaze
Our way
You lock hypnotized
Why you lie
Night so long
Speak into arms
Hey steal stream
Once the heat
I feel on my arm
...asleep in our clothes
I feel like something altered

Won’t you say up through who you were
Can’t you be my real thing
Shotgun, that doesn’t feel
Keep your feet off your dream

With this love
Why do we set’em
But I won’t run
Splint an end
Smallest eyes
Broken flyers
With our eyes
Tangled cheeks
Tangled hair
I thought you’d be you
Hear the names
Trying it
Feels the same
Something mature

Won’t you say up through who you were
Can’t you be my real thing
Shotgun, that doesn’t feel
Keep your feet off your dream

Won’t you say up through who you were
Can’t you be my real thing
Shotgun, that doesn’t feel
Keep your feet off your dream

Won’t you say up through who you were
Can’t you be my real thing
Shotgun, that doesn’t feel
Keep your feet off your dream