i feel your indecision
like a gloved hand
tell me, of all the voices in contention,
were any of them yours?
where were you?
don’t be afraid to run into me
in the gray wash of morning
that’s how I’ll know you’re here
with me
i feel your indecision
like a gloved hand
tell me, of all the voices in contention,
were any of them yours?
where were you?
don’t be afraid to run into me
in the gray wash of morning
that’s how I’ll know you’re here
with me