The Fighting Kites - Polvo

Was I blind as you turn the other way I slip in time as night jumps into day She looks here as if to say What you see is not the same All I know is you seem to

All curled up just like a scare that a candle lit All prepared to take the high chair And I'll swear it doesn't matter where I sit When there's something to com

The ceiling's the same as always It's right above my head in the hallway Peeling of paint disguising a sound kinda faint Leaving me rising I'm wondering why You