marissa 制作
Fog keeps to this city
Like shame down
on your sundays
How quickly you
forget that it exists
Takes reminders that
your best is
always intercepted
By the skeptics to keep you
where you are
where you are
Nowhere you are
In a loft above the station
Where the window
wastes your patience
Away from all affection
Losing faith in a connection
You keep to his body
Like rain down
on your sundays
How quickly he forgets
that you exist
And he never comes alive
Quite the way you'd like
It keeps you where you are
where you are
nowhere you are
In a loft above the station
Where the window
wastes your patience
Away from all affection
Losing faith in a connection
And no one asks you down
And no one takes you out
Just waste all of
your patience
In a loft above the station
Come down for me