Besedila: Holly Miranda. The Magician's Private Library. No One Just Is.

Everyone knows me and they all know where I fall short
I hope this makes it past the discontent in your heart
This love does no one justice

I think it's a broken compass
Anyone with two cents would pull the rip cord
This love does no one justice

No one just is
No one just is

So we just keep falling with our ever impending ground
Rising up to meet our poor judgment
And it's all for show nothing ever even scratches
The top of what really goes on here

Pound through the room grasping at straws
Your heavy feet sound like wet stray dogs
Nameless, confused looking for a home
I write it down to a

And you'll be warm
When it comes you'll be warned
You'll be warm
You'll be warm