Lyrics

There's no approach you have To make you aware You're splinters in the hands of someone Who's pain's not theirs A detached sense of pleasure By the stoic tares And mines the mind of one who takes it And keeps it nears his chair A friendly sense of diction So you know we care You swear the water never really gets you wet You swear the water never rеally gets you wet You swear You swеar You swear You swear