Hoult

A simple serenade I hear, I hear Trickle down the lane Again, again And I know not From whence it came Again But in the fullness of the day I move inside of it Inside of it Inside of it I tell myself Whatever happens It happens I step out of the back of my head I'm behind me, I can see all before And all that's in my wake So, so , so, so peculiar So, so , so, so peculiar I gather up my thoughts Like a lover that's been taught Nothing here And nothing here Can teach me, can reach me So, I gather up my thoughts Well I stare I was staring At my own reflection I know not what I see Could it be me? Could it be me? You are not what you appear to be You are not what you appear to be You are not what you appear to be You are not what you appear to be You are not what you appear to be You are not what you appear to be You are not You are not