Your truths are not the same as mine
Capture desperation between blurry lines
I am always vouching for some isolation
Reach into my ribs; you'll find the empty spaces
Is that what you want from me?
Is that what you need?
I was closer when my hands were tied
Losing patience as we're losing precious time
Still I search for you in unfamiliar places
Reach into my ribs; you'll find the empty spaces
Is that what you want from me?
Is that what you need?
Is that what you want?
Is that what you need?