Текст песни One

Time, I spend thinking What we shall say Pulses withhold Our eyes give away I know we both harbor A need for true words The kind that do last We keep beyond records Many people in my home And good friends too When I'd rather be one With either me or you Tired, they seem louder Burdened by lacks I willingly patch With euphoric crafts And though they be taxing They satisfy me Like a hundred good naps My body disagrees Many people in my home And good friends too When I'd rather be one With either me or you