Haze
DOIRON, GAUDET, THOMPSON, WHITE
I dream about it, all the time
I live with things on stupid rhymes
I saw the angles near the sky
Think about you all the time
I'm trapped within this useless rhyme
I saw the fire in your try
I can't be what I need
Kissing me sweet
Bliss my eyes
Bliss my eyes
My eyes
Eyes
I can't be what I need
Kissing me sweet
Bliss my eyes
Bliss my eyes
My eyes