when to reach

Just draw the blinds back
There's nothing out there to be
And seep into the warmth
And embrace of the shade

I see you
I see through
All of the clouds in the grey

The hand ticks
The hand picks
When to reach

Don't peek until
You hear the ring

I see you
I see through
All of the clouds in the grey

The hand ticks
The hand picks
When to reach

Just draw the blinds back
There's nothing out there to be
And seep into the warmth
And embrace of the shade

I see you
I see through
When to reach