Charade

Talking full of promises
In the light
Take this out of talking in disguise
Counting down your roses
I’ll make you right
Beggar’s care controls it
Everybody knows it
Talk it for
I get it
I supposed to be your fantasy
You and me
I’m running out of energy
Oh, I’m found of
Am I lost?
Somehow they turn towards
We keep
You still argue till dead browns, oh, please
Sleep on that
I’m just a one trick from it
If only takes to hold me
If told the word I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I don’t want to be alone
Think I got the gene on
Long as I am running
Always talking form of promises
Promises, make you pride
Counting down your roses
Everybody knows it
Charade, charade
A mascared charade charade
A mascaref
In the light
Take this out of talking
In disguise
Counting down your roses
I’ll make you right
Beggar’s care controls it
Everybody knows it
Talking full of promises
In the light
Takes this out of talking
In disguise
Counting down your roses
I’ll make you right
Beggar’s care controls it
Everybody knows it