I won't talk, I won't breathe. I won't move 'till you finally see. That you belong with me. You might think I don't look. But deep inside the corner of my mind.
I won't talk, I won't breathe. I won't move 'till you finally see. That you belong with me. You might think I don't look. But deep inside the corner of my mind.
Under every conversation, lies another conversation. Words can be deceiving. Like the summer vines keep growing. They're slowly wrapping around the night.