Haven

The truth
It lies
Beneath you, no surprise

Before the silver
Shines into my eyes
Ignore my side

Far away, I guess I'll go
You force the feeling low
I'm taking my time
Won't bleed my design

When there's two
These eyes
Are finding points of view

And I'm sick to the core
Of finding no more

Far away, I guess I'll go
You force the feeling low
I'm taking my time
Won't bleed my design

My design, my design, my design