Under the spell of a bold, classic love
Over-served on the need for your time
You′re hiding your eyes behind your hands
Eventually, we'll grow up
Eventually, we won′t have these games to play
Staring behind six-week-studded acrylics as if I can't see your face
Nothing is worse than doubting my love
As if I don't know what it better be
Can you please just put your hands down? Let me see your eyes
I′m supposed to see everything