The pulse in the ba** drum lulls you close enough
for a peek of whats to come of this.
Forming into, around, and right over a sound that
has had you locked ever since it began.
And for feeling you're trapped, never know where you're at.
It's just the only thing that ever keeps me ready for it.
It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up.
Let them tick their mark in my eyes, wearing your crown on the dress,
you don't know what you have done, it's in my ruin for life.
The sun keeps staring me down, every reflection it finds,
laminating on my skin, within the scent of the night.
Right there, where people fail to excel, I leave my kiss on the table.
It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up.
Please say you are what you offer!
Don't say I'm alone
Please say you are what you offer!
Don't say you...
You're getting the best of me, just what you deserve.
You're getting the best of me, just what you deserve.
I'm getting the best of you, just what I deserve.
I'm getting the best of you, just what I deserve.
Please say you are what you offer, don't say I'm alone.
Please say you are what you offer, don't say you...
It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up.
It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up.
It's like I'm marching from downstream, but I won't ever come up.
It's like I'm marching from downstream...