I look to the heavens
But I can't make sense of these stars
What's your angle
How do you move
I wish for your presence
But I can't figure out where you are
How's my angle
What's your move
Guide me home
Infest my bones
Become a tone
That sticks inside my head
I wait for a semblance
Of what you think of me so far
No more angles
Just showing our moves
Guide me home
Infest my bones
Become a tone
That sticks inside my head
Guide me home
Infest my bones
Become a tone
That sticks inside my head
That sticks inside my head
That sticks inside my head