My Con
My thrown icon when I want it to
I called white ports
But I don’t know why I needed to
Put your coat on
I keep my heart by your side
And you unfold, unfold
Whoa! Enough lies
All I want is you to feel no cold

You feel there's something not quite right
(Silver on your eyelids)
You feel you lose your muse this time
(Missing on a backseat)

But don’t say it’s broken down
Or please be joking

Now I’m old and my song
Might already’ve burned out
Who says there’s time, where’s time
When you poke around
Apart from your mind
I feel no real, weather changes
It depends on you now
I trailed it, I failed it, those places
With the lightning in your cries
There must be something not quite right
(Silver on your eyelids)
You feel you lose your muse this time
(Missing on a backseat)
Let’s call back the feelings we once had
(Silver on your eyelids)
Last time we checked in our Shangri-La

For all the things that chase you down
Take my striped heart as a crown
Don’t say it’s broken down
Ah please be joking, love

Don’t say it’s broken
Don’t say it’s broken