Tims of the Past

Pushing through the lies we tell About ourselves to anybody else I couldn't tell you one time I stepped out of myself to see myself through your eyes Your eyes What you say to me can get lost in the breeze I never think about the all things that you mean Unless you spell it out Spell it out What you say to me can get lost in the breeze I never think about the all things that you mean Unless you spell it out Spell it out