Listen I know it's late I know it's late You told me already, I know it's late I know it's late
I know it's been far too long since I reached out Longer than I thought just to work it out The space between us is a sentence, an overdose
Layers on layers, layers on layers The journey unravels, and the truth begins, begins, begins
I know it's been hard for you since I walked out Don't think that the letters didn't reach me Or touch me, or tear me apart The space between us is a vacuum, a comatose
Layers on layers, layers on layers The journey unravels, and the truth begins, begins, begins
Layers on layers, layers on layers The journey unravels, and the truth begins, begins, begins
Begins begins begins
Round and round like the records you pick Just to calm things down Round and round like the records you pick Just to calm things down Round and round like the records you pick Just to calm us down
Compositores: Finian Paul Greenall, Timothy William Thornton, Edward Guy Whittaker (Guy Whittaker) ECAD: Obra #10123887