[Hook]
[Verse 1]
I would not call back feeling nostalgic
But it’s been here before around me
And though your mouth is pouring fountains
Poison or an
You’re sure when you’re thinking that I don’t know
But by the time it gets back to me, it’s not legible
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Hey won’t you spare my eyes
Your shine is blinding
My hands are too week to hold that pure cup
God is smiling, as are you and I both
Hands interlocked, souls intertwined
Spare my eyes too, your shine is blinding
My hands are too week to hold that pure cup
Its sip is lethal