Send me a sign, Let me know

Give me a time, a place I should go

Reach inside, watch me grow

See me rise Scene of the crime, the star of the show

If you were mine, then we would know

The peace of mind and seeds that we sow

Are intertwined We almost made it,

but making it was overrated Scene of the crime, a friend or a foe

I got a body to hide, I got a body on show

And with our bodies entwined

We will know paradise Scene of the crime, go with the flow

Take it fast, take it slow

Stay blind so I don't know

What's right Our breath that berates before our rise-

The ground beneath that shakes under our weight,

we almost made it,

Making it is overrated. Making it is overrated. [x4] Scene of the crime