Fine - Charity Children

The walls slam in

I take my seat

Lamp, window, and me

I fill my glass

Cautious to fuel

This half-drunk lucidity

When morning comes

This peace will pass

And I will walk on drearily

But if this is it

If I can’t move

What a sweet eternity

The walls slam in

I take my seat

Lamp, window, and me

I fill my glass

Cautious to fuel

This half-drunk lucidity

When morning comes

This peace will pass

And I will walk on drearily

But if this is it

If I can’t move

What a sweet eternity

Give me the power to dilute

A sense of fair similitude

To make believe that I am here

Give me the power to dilute

A sense of fair similitude

To make believe that I am here

Give me the power to dilute

A sense of fair similitude

To make believe that I am here

(Woah, woah, woah)

Give me the power to dilute

A sense of fair similitude

To make believe that I am here

(Woah, woah, woah)

Give me the power to dilute

A sense of fair similitude

To make believe that I am here

(Woah, woah, woah)

Give me the power to dilute (The walls slam in)

A sense of fair similitude (I take my seat)

To make believe that I am here (Lamp, window, and me)

(Woah, woah, woah)

Give me the power to dilute (I fill my glass)

A sense of fair similitude (Cautious to fuel)

To make believe that I am here (This half-drunk lucidity)

(Woah, woah, woah)

Give me the power to dilute (When morning comes)

A sense of fair similitude (This peace will pass)

To make believe that I am here (And I will walk on drearily)

(Woah, woah, woah)

Give me the power to dilute (But if this is it)

A sense of fair similitude (If I can’t move)

To make believe that I am here (What a sweet eternity)

(Woah, woah, woah)