Slopes

Caught in the dark, midnight in bloom
My face is reflected like mirror in my room
I'm stuck to your wall in a world made of you
A heaven, that I hope is true

But you painted bright, you painted blue
My face pale skin, neon tuned
But I was put on this earth, but what have I done?
I'm lazy, lonely, I'm sorry for me only

I need to turn this round, help me turn this round
And I said I turn it round, I was wrong

If there was another way I can make you see
That there is more to me
If there was another way I can make you see
That there is more to

Can make you
Can make you see
Can make you
Can make you see

(Was, way) Can make you
(Was, way) Can
(Was, way) Can make you see
(Was, way) Can
(Was, way) Can make you

(Was, way) I make you
(Was, way) I make you (can make you see)
(Was, way) I make you
(Was, way) I make you (can make you)
(Was, way) I make you
(Was, way) I make you (can make you see)
(Was, way) I make you
(Was, way) I make you (can make you)
(Was, way) I make you
(Was, way) I make you (can make you see)
Can you

If there was another way I can make you see