Lyric The Timid Gentlemen

Don t turn away
I m the only thing you know you wanted
Polite and tamed
left you feeling like a child who s getting bored
but your skin is worn
just like California
didn t warn you
that you d burn beneath the setting sun
I m taking it back
I m turning from you, I m turning from you
I m taking it back
So colors don t turn from black to blue
You can put that gun down
Such beating remains
Are the hallways to where your poor heart is
Re-sin again this beatings pushing
Wither to the floor
Cause im feeling torn
Just like paranoia
Didn t warn you
That you d burn beneath the smoking gun
I d hate to tell you how much of this charade
Isn t exactly all of the things that can say
Things that I can say
I d had to tell you how many bad mistakes
Are really things I intended to make
Intended to make
I m taking it back
I m taking it back
I m taking it back
So colors don t turn from black to blue
I m taking it back
I m turning from you, I m turning from you
I m taking it back
So colors don t turn from black to blue [2x]