7 Zuma 7 — Mirrorman
I can split myself to be under - her black hair
as the one I'd like to be sometimes - with her
run over - sugar
follows feelings locked deep inside - yeah
oh she wipes away the chill on my bones - with her eyes
run over - sugar!
reflected in the lies I make everyday
I'm paying his dues and I can't slip away
is there any sense in carrying this on?
wanna wake up some day to find out he's gone