Haven

The truth It lies Beneath you, no surprise Before the silver Shines into my eyes Ignore my side Far away, I guess I'll go You force the feeling low I'm taking my time Won't bleed my design When there's two These eyes Are finding points of view And I'm sick to the core Of finding no more Far away, I guess I'll go You force the feeling low I'm taking my time Won't bleed my design My design, my design, my design