A Lot Of Silence Here (Thirteen Senses)

It seems predictable but I don't have a clue Of what she wants right now And talk is measured in the sip of every time And I want is time This is the last straw and I feel like letting go In a state of mind could be traded in with you It seems predictable a lot of silence here And what I want is here The skies above are just reflections in your eyes Thier out of touch and time This is the last straw and I feel like letting go In a state of mind could be traded in with you Your telling it like it is Showing us how it is Telling us what is broke and showing us what is fixed It's complicated I don't want to bring you down Telling it like it is Showing us how it is Telling us what is broke and showing us what is fixed