Carlon

Whoa (x3)

?? and the dinner table's set for two
This is what's wrong with all places
That I've been with you
This is what's wrong with all the faces
That I've seen near you

Gimme a break from all the minders
And remind me to breathe
Watch me peel back all the eyelids
I once cried for you

A parking lot good-bye, sigh at the traffic light
You made things right
You could form a wall with all your questions
And I'd break right through
Watch it all dissolve in your reflections
If I'd see the whole thing through

Gimme a break from all the minders
And remind me to breathe
Watch me peel back all the eyelids
I once cried for you
Concentrate take off your blinders
And feel free to dream
Cast the first stone at the mirror
And try on these shoes

Whoa (x9)