Beauty, brains, believe
Everything you want, under your sleeve
Hey-
Can you take, the fire...
Or will you let it burn?
These empty pages
Are all I can see
And these four walls
Are closing in on me
It's right under your nose
Staring you in the face
Tell me what, Love, will you make?
Can you take-
Can you take it?
And these empty pages...
Are all I can see
These four walls
Are closing in on me...