The Echoing (Demo)

Well it’s not a perfect science This crazy thing called love It leaves blisters on your fingers Though it fits you like a glove Always seems the perfect medicine Could be something in disguise Tears will cascade from our eye-ducts Like devastated spaceships You will go and tell your mother She’ll know what to do with me In these indicative times It’s so easy to stumble blind But if I am to disappear Please don’t think I ever wanted to dear And the echoing Fills my ears Mmmm And if you should head the other way I don’t know what I would do I’m a boy stuck in a man’s body I don’t often know what I’m doing I fear I’m running at a brick wall Gonna collapse And the echoing Springs my trap Brings me back And I’m alone And I’m alone I’m alone Cuz the echoing, in your heart And the echoing, the echo in my chest Ain’t going stop, ain’t know how to rest Ain’t gonna stop, sorry for the mess