كلمات Readout

Really? Gifted? I don’t see it I don’t! Briefly lifted I won’t be dead, I won’t So seamless Seal it, take hold I’ll be there To see it unfold Neatly drifting Did I sell myself short? It’s nearly shifting, but I won’t beat it, I won’t I’m out to get around the tie ropes Just say you won't hibernate now It’s bound to come around if I go Twenty-three Climbing on, reward, all my love’s Gallantry now Sallied on towards, and miles up Did you freak Out at all the dots? All below, and in your Readout Dialling up the dust