[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