It's almost june to me you see,
And the one thing
I can't slip an open thought past you
Silence on deaf ears
Running all out of words for speaking
This dialect that we keep going through
Extinguished language conclude
I can't win with you
Louder than this diagram
Etched out and rolled up beside my bed
At my command, you'll take my hand
We'll make our way back to understand
This outward push from you draws me in
Completing the circle around my head
This outward push from you draws me in
Completing the halo around...
So, take your hand off
Take your hand off, don't stand there without me
Take your hand off, so i can see those big blues
Staring so silently, patiently
