I'm resting by the window, dressed in little drops of
red, but then the silence filled the creases and I almost
lost my head. It's a thousand yards of tongues a thousand
yards of cheeks in every word I've said. I'm walking very
near the edge of something beautiful, but I turn away
instead, but my honesty or my fingers from here on out my
honesty or my fingers from here on out. I'm resting by
the window, dressed in little drops of red, but then the
silence filled the creases and I turned away instead, but
my honesty or my fingers from here on out!