A Lot Of Silence Here — Thirteen Senses

It seems predictable but I don't have a clue Of what she wants right now And talk is measured in the sip of every time And what I want is time

This is the last straw and I feel like letting go In a state of mind can be traded in with you

It seems predictable a lot of silence here And what I want is here The skies above are just reflections in your eyes They're out of touch and time

This is the last straw and I feel like letting go In a state of mind can be traded in with you

You're telling it like it is Showing us how it is Telling us what is broke and showing us what is fixed It's complicated I don't want to bring you down

Telling it like it is Showing us how it is Telling us what is broke and showing us what is fixed