Blow, blow, blow, blow
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
So many chances and the wind blew them away, ooh
Okay, I threw them all away, yeah
(Woah)
I'm in a theatre on my ones, I'm in a cinema, I'm in the theatre on my ones
Don't hold me too tight
In my reflection, I see things I don't like
I can't take it, I'ma turn off all the lights
I should've called you but some things got in the way (liar)
What a costless, what a cheap thing to say, yeah, yeah, yeah
Life like a filter, everything I see is grey
Yahweh, what do you feel 'bout still reading this page?
I was gonna call you but I got in the way
I got your number and some things I wanna say (ooh, I got your number)
Do they have a landline? Gonna phone in heaven's gaze
I wanna call you when my sins get in the way
I was gonna call you, I swear I was gonna call you, by the way
I swear, it's not an excu-you-you-you-use
Convicted, I ain't turn my flesh away
I'm in the studio while your spirit in the way (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on my knees but I'm still struggling to pray
But I'ma whisper and I'ma grow my pain away
I'm in a theatre on my ones (woah, woah, woah)
I'm in a cinema, I'm in a theatre on my ones
Don't hold me too tight
[?] wrapped up in my arms
The credits roll to see your name between the stars