You see?
I've been so hollow
I find myself single and cast away
You could see nothing will follow
Is it me, or is it of paradise
I cannot feel the sun
And your gentle touch
I can't find the highs or the lows
Is it me, and you, or our follow through and youth
As the lights turn down
The rain burns out the castaways
Too lit up to see.
I can't feel the sun
And your gentle touch
I can't find the highs or the lows
Is it me, and you, or our follow through and youth
As the lights turn down
The rain burns out the castaways
Too lit up to see
