Motives

Conversations like burning fire
Can you feel the distance roll in like floodwater

With loneliness and love it's a thin line
In your absence either could be right
Call it what you'd like but I'm undone
Feeling cold, feeling cold

Dampening the thoughts of the true right
Curse my inward sight, leaves you unheard
Is there love in spite of the many
Motives of my mind
Would you fight?
Would you fight?

With loneliness and love it's a thin line
In your absence either could be right
Call it what you'd like but I'm undone
Feeling cold, feeling cold

Would you fight?
Would you fight?