كلمات Color Bleed III

The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window And sights keep sliding away And thoughts look for a place to go The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window And sights keep sliding away And thoughts look for a place to go Sometimes they just don't get along Very well, I can tell, yes I know The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window And sights keep sliding away And thoughts look for a place to go Sometimes they just don't get along Very well, I can tell, yes I know Even when we could not get along We would keep on holding on What for? What for? What for? What for? What for? What for? The pencil stares at the page The eyes, they stare past the window My heart keeps running away And thoughts look for a place to go Sometimes they just don't get along Very well I can tell Yes I know