Parachutes

(álbum: Foreigner - 2020)

You're making me sick to my stomach
Testing my faith to its peak
But it took me a while to believe it
It was down in a space I can't reach
But I can't excuse this anymore
This feeling inside of me
Your peripheral focus keeps failing to notice
I'm tearing apart at the seams

I've never been up so high
These parachutes, the missing proof
I've made a mistake this time
That I've made a mistake this time

Scratching the surface
And we're all imperfect
But there's something about you
That tightens the noose
If ignorance is bliss
Then I'd be better off
Not knowing you
Not knowing you

When you scratch through the surface
We're all imperfect
But you fired the gun
That broke through my lungs
If ignorance is bliss
Then I'd be better off
Not knowing you

'Cause you're making me sick in my stomach
Boiling the blood in my veins
I feel the will in me fading
To think of a reason to stay
But I can't excuse this anymore
These feelings inside of me
Abusing your strength and my weakness
Tears me apart at the seams

Oh, I've never been up so high (Never been up so high)
This parachutes, the missing proof
I've made a mistake this time (Made a mistake this time)
I've made a mistake this time

Scratching the surface
And we're all imperfect
But there's something about you
That tightens the noose
If ignorance is bliss
Then I'd be better off
Not knowing you
Not knowing you

When you scratch through the surface
We're all imperfect
But you fired the gun
That broke through my lungs
If ignorance is bliss
Then I'd be better off
Not knowing you
Not knowing you

(Not knowing you)
(Not knowing you)

(Not knowing you)
(Not knowing you)