I've been running out of reasons For me to be scared to hold you tight And just not care I've been looking at the ceiling, it appeals to me now How it can witness almost anything Without making a sound
And I've been waiting all this time for you to make up Make up your mind But there's nothing more But there's nothing more But there's nothing more here Feels like I've wasted my year On this sick hope, on this sick dream On this delusional sense of reality
And I hoped for a second I could be your ceiling fan I could give you what you wantеd the most Without having to stand And I've been waiting all this time for you to makе up For you to make up your mind But there's nothing more But there's nothing more But there's nothing more here
Compositores: Jack Medlyn, Joshua Doherty, Maxwell Elphick & Venus O'Broin