It burns quite open
Cushions what it casts aside
Shaken fathers
Burned out by my mother's pride
Have you ever
Looked up in an elevator?
I have
Burns quite open
Seeps so gently
Widest space
Ooh, don't speak
You can let it wash away
Too close to me
Who let you out this house?
I don't speak, I repeat
Sick and fancy
Easily viewed but great display
Third first reason
Why the dancing makes me ill
Have you ever
Looked down from an elevator?
I have
Burns quite open
Televation is my thing
Ooh, don't speak
You can let it wash away
Too close to me
Who let you out this house?
I don't speak, I repeat
Oh, and I can not just "figure it out"
Figure: one
(One)
Agora only leaves out some
Someone
Once
Ooh, don't speak
You can let it wash away
Too close to me
Who let you out this house?
I don't speak, I repeat
I don't speak, I repeat