Texty: Thrice. Beggars. Talking Through Glass.

It never turns array for me and you
No matter how I try to see it through
Get up at sunset and start again
Feels like I'm trying to catch the wind

You are the door to which I've lost the keys
We are a puzzle with a missing piece
We get up at sunset and start again
Feels like I'm trying to catch the wind

And I can't carry on living like this
Talking through glass
You know that I can't be the one to banish the myths
Ghosts in your place

So cold to touch you and your heart
I wouldn't care too much, we fall apart
Get up at sunset and start again
Feels like I'm trying to catch the wind

And I can't carry on living like this
Talking through glass
You know that I can't be the one to banish the myths
Ghosts in your place

So I'm left without a choice but walking out
On the whole I'll never find someone like you
My head's screaming I believe you
But my heart is filled with doubt

Don't wanna leave but tell me
What else can I do, can I do
Can I do, can I do, can I do

We move like swing sets
We move like swing sets
We move like swing sets
We move like swing sets