99.9

(альбом: Idle - 2017)

I've been lonely, come hang
Joy is slipping away
And I won't try to slide
'Cause all I wanted was faith

Oh, I can't fight it off
Though I've been holding out for your trust
Oh, let's not call it love
So I can't fuck it up with the thoughts that I hold inside
But the fear you hide
I won't take my control
Though it hurts me so

Oh, I can't fight it off
Though I've been holding out for your trust
Oh, let's not call it love
So I can't fuck it up with my thoughts in an empty room
But your sweet perfume
Brought the place to light
Right before my eyes
Oh, I can't fight it off
Though I've been holding out for your trust
Oh, let's not call it love
So I can't fuck it up with my thoughts in an empty room
But your sweet perfume
Brought the place to light
Right before my eyes

Oh, I can't fight it off
Though I've been holding out for your trust
Oh, let's not call it love
So I can't fuck it up with the thoughts that I hold inside
But the fear you hide
I won't take my control
Though it hurts me so