Toyer

Should we all take the chance When the wind blows your way, it lifts you up And makes your fears go pale Should we all fear the night When the thin layer ends Within layer ends And you're now late to make amends Phone me, and if you're right, show me Hold me, and if you're right, love me (yuh-) Oh, what a wish for it to be the last time But we know it And it hurts to know it There isn't much I see in all of us (all of us! all of us!) There isn't much I feel in all of us (all of us! all of us!) There isn't much to think about us (all of us! all of us!) And nothings here for me in all of us (all of us! all of us!) You went after me You went out for me She went after me She went out for me She went out for me She went after me