Look here like clear time
The thought of you is hard for me
The way you linger, you're hovering, you're in my skin
The way you quiver, you're spitting out orbit your figure
Voice and thought
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
Call me when you're fading
To pick me up and it's high as fuck
I'm feeling lazy, my arms are weak and my head is soar
I'm looking over the walls are aching, edges aching
It loves me down
(x2)
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold