I can’t see the road ahead
But scared to hit the ground again
I don’t want to overthink this
Now you’re stepping out your clothes
Tell me how am I supposed to stay composed
I trip on every little thing you do
You’re painting me in colour
I can’t keep my eyes off of the light
So hard to focus when all I see is you
You bring out the best in me
But somehow you make it easier to see
I don’t want to overthink this
Now you’re stepping out your clothes
Tell me how am I supposed to stay composed
I trip on every little thing you do
You’re painting me in colour
I can’t keep my eyes off of the light
So hard to focus when all I see is you
I can’t keep my eyes off of the light
So hard to focus when all I see is you
WRITERS
TIM BOWNESS, STEVEN WILSON, STEVEN JOHN WILSON, TIMOTHY JOHN BOWNASS
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Downtown Music Publishing