I'm resting by the window,
dressed in little drops of red,
but then the silence filled the creases and I almost
lost my head. It's a thousand yards of tongues a thousand
yards of cheeks in every word I've said.
I'm walking very near the edge of something beautiful,
but I turn away instead, but my honesty or my fingers
from here on out my honesty or my fingers from here
on out. I'm resting by the window,
dressed in little drops of red,
but then the silence filled the creases and I turned
away instead, but my honesty or my fingers from here on out !