كلمات Ciceline

I tell the truth but I speak in riddles I bend the hands of time I wake your past and shape your future I sneak up from behind You search me in the darkness But I hide in the light And catch you when you least expect it Off hand, off guard They call me Ciceline I come in different shapes and sizes What would you have me be Blue, red, blood orange or Dishwashing water green So open up your hand babe And let me read between the lines Let me nestle in your creases And unfold all your lies Cause what we tell ourselves Ain't what we need to hear I'll give it to you slant dear And dazzle gradually They call me Ciceline I come in different shapes and sizes What would you have me be Blue, red, blood orange or Dishwashing water green Blue, red, blood orange or Dishwashing water green Blue, red, blood orange or Dishwashing water green One shot Is all you got Better keep your feet steady One shot And then you're done Now tell me baby are you ready?