Woorden: Poets Of The Fall. Shallow.

More in my face Than is my taste I grow so weary I'll surrender To what they say Let them lead the way Till' I can no longer remember My darling dreams Prewritten scenes Whatever felt my own So to save face I'll take my place Where I may safely feel alone Glad the waters are so shallow When the river runs so cold I'm quick to wait Too slow to take They call me gracious for my patience And I feel proud Under that shroud And all the while it's all evasion Some humor here To fend off fear And I'm a little more lost, oh dear So to save face I'll hold my place So I may safely feel alone...