Текст песни Inkwell - Touch and Go

You get away with murder with the way that you look
When it comes to knives and smiles it was you who wrote the book
I'm always in a hurry never keep a lady waiting
And while you take your time I'm busy with my cuts from shaving, yeah

You're looking out the window on the world you've been creating
Situations that you're facing have all been exaggerated
You're running in the night and cutting through find a light
You take a look around and all you see is are blind, yeah

Can't stand the comfort in letting go
Are we living fast or dying slow
Unreal the feel of your touch and go
And it's maybe, maybe and yes and no, yes and no

You look a oh so good oh when you're walkin' clad in denim
All you're spittin' in my ear you know is oh so wet with venom
The whistle in your whisper such a sweet melody
As if your words, as if they were a poison remedy, yeah

We're stretching out the hours and we see the daylight's fading
Another minute now's without another sense of waiting
All the rumors and the secrets that you whispered in the hall
Subtracted are the promises that added up to nothing at all