Sweetness, sweetness never suits me, when I get up to take you home

Maybe it's love, love at first slightly drunk

Now I'm walking with the sun in my mouth



Worry, worry is a well, going to let it fall tonight, from where we stand



What can't be decided

In the morning it will bring itself to you

I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it



Sickness, weakness at the thought, of how you're going to play

How long should I stay?

Promises, promises never cease to assist it, now I'm back on my back

Please bite your words

Hurry, hurry to believe, I can always trust, as much as you deceive



What can't be decided

In the morning it will bring itself to you

I can see what's coming, but I'm not saying it



What's your middle name? How do you play the game?

I'll be the first to leave

When did I grow up? I don't want to say too much

I'll be the first to leave



What can't be decided

In the morning it will bring itself to you

What can't be decided

Can fool you into thinking maybe you can choose



I can see what's coming

But I'm not saying it