[Verse 1]
In the past every moment was
Head again on it
Why do you like a low life?

[Verse 2]
A mark of red was dressed on the way in
Through the blinds he’s stuttering
Out what meant most of all, the relation

[Verse 3]
Carried up from a cutting hand
Held in my arms
What leaves a purpose?
Can I know?
A ring of caught hair

[Verse 4]
You’re looking past who may have arrived then
He’s still out there digging a spot
For the pair of us, the impatience

[Outro]
I know you stay too late to look around
I know you stay too late to look around
I know you stay too late to look around
I know you stay too late to look around