You're the perfect confrontational excuse of mine
Silence keeps us alive
Sugar-coating every parting of my lips down
No use, no point to ever make a sound
Stop me from a new beginning
Ease my mind of you and me
Tell me anything, anything, anything
And if the time was right,
I would tell you everything pent up inside
From a bird's eye where the air is thin
It takes some getting used to, some settling
I let my hopes consume me,
Spilling sonnets on your jeans
Believing you're intrigued
But the words escape half trembling,
Anticipating your stoic gaze
But nothing's there to indicate
Stop me from a new beginning
Ease my mind of you and me
Tell me anything, anything, anything
And if the time was right,
I would tell you everything pent up inside
From a bird's eye where the air is thin
It takes some getting used to, some settling
You're the perfect confrontational excuse of