I won't be fooled by its touch or emotional supply, The scent of a fear in heavy love we dry, The cold in the bare grass so delicate by one's eye, it's why we can't rely and don't elope tonight.
Almost forgotten the way we used to live for play. To be accepted, I must blend into convention's way and same universal means.
I won't be fooled by its touch or emotional supply, The scent of a fear in heavy love we dry, The cold in the bare grass so delicate by one's eye, it's why we can't rely and don't elope tonight.