If you're uncomfortable with silence
Let me shower you with these silly violets
You can listen to the petals as they spin
And they settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
But my voice is tired, and my voice is rough
And my arms are tired, and my eyes are...
It's the kind of day
Where lovers stay home
I know you know the pain
I know you know the pain of entering your name
Into the lottery again and again
And, oh, I know, oh, I know
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle for your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
I'll settle on your skin, oh
My voice is tired, my voice is rough
My arms are tired, and my aim is off
So get ready
I am the ice
And I am the volcano
Que sera sera
I am the bow and I am the arrow
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