David Berkeley Follow

Miss Maybe, I don't want to see your face today.
And I'm weary of all the things I think to say but hardly say.
Why don't I say them? I'm broken down.
And oh, they spin around me till it's morning.
It's morning.
It's morning.

Oh, I am not a beggar.
Oh, but I ask forgiveness and for solace as I fade away.
If I fade away, please look away.
If I fade away, please look away.
Oh, will you look away?

Miss Maybe, half measures don't fulfill me.
I'm captive.
Yeah, I'm captured far away from your sea.
Your silver song imprisons me.
I can't hear it.
So I sing alone, but still I listen.
I listen.
I listen.

Oh, I am not a beggar.
Oh, but I ask forgiveness and for solace as I fade away.
If I fade away, please look away.
If I fade away, please look away.
Oh, will you look away?

Miss Maybe, I'm tired of all this compromise
and I realize the tears behind my eyes,
they fall for endings.
How long and hard I try and still there's endings.
Ties they come undone, they slip away.
They slip away.
Away.

Oh, I am not a beggar.
Oh, but I ask forgiveness and for solace as I fade away.
If I fade away, please look away.
If I fade away, please look away.
Oh, will you look away?