There's dishes in the sink We're living like bachelors Hidden compartments and secret rooms Is that what we've come to?
How could I convey to you The many ways I'm being pulled There are things above my head That you just can't see So if I choose to float in the breeze Like a dandelion cloak, let me be
Tell me what to say To get through to you (Tell me what to say) (To get through to you) Tell me what to do To get through to you To get through to you
DistancĐ” when we pass We'rĐ” leaving room for Jesus The Ai won't compute complexity How'd you code forgiveness?
I know it's what we do I signed up for this life too But the silence in our days, it gets me down Although you're by my side I can sense that you're not here Where it is that you go when we're alone?
Tell me what to say To get through to you (Tell me what to say) (To get through to you) Tell me what to do To get through to you (Tell me what to do) (To get through to you) The gift of love is we only get out what we put in (The curse of love is we only get out what we put in) Tell me what to say To get through to you To get through to you
The flies have come inside And it can taste the dying All the rhythms for your time [?] on my mind If we could undo all the hurt That have been done unto us Then maybe it could have worked
I used to have the words To get through to you (I used to have the words) (To get through to you) I used to know the ways To get through to you (I used to know the ways) (To get through to you) The gift of love is we only get out what we put in (The curse of love is we only get out what we put in) Tell me what to say To get through to you To get through to you To get through to you
Compositores: Russell Dean Lissack, Rowland Kelechukwu Okereke, Justin Andrew Harris, Louise Diana Bartle ECAD: Obra #36606685