Braille Face - Every lyrics

Every part speaks your name Trace a path to your shame We look for solid gold in plastic bags in wasted hours Turning a magic trick into a light into a show Apart from you, I have no one I turn my head, my back is broke Apart from you, I have no one I turned my head, my back is broke Apart from you, I have no one I turn my head, my back is broke Apart from you, I have no one