you begin to doubt That it's you that I'm dreaming about Do I have to draw you a diagram? All I ever want is just to fall into your human hands With
cheekbones Below eyes designed to bury the wolf under a sheep's clothes Some peoples sang, a few begged for change A young girl skipped a long with her hand
believe in, someone to trust i need some to believe in, someone to trust you know we goin in right? the prince really, sold it out ... tattered on my hand
