You crave desire, but ou put your hands in fire
You crave affection, but you always go in the wrong direction

I intend to be far from where you are

But you have 1,2,3,4,5
Six senses

When you see too much I'm blind
When you talk to much I lose my tongue
When you walk a long road I break my spine
You may be right when I'm wrong

But you have 1,2,3,4,5
Six senses

When you see too much I'm blind
When you talk to much I lose my tongue
When you walk a long road I break my spine
You may be right when I'm wrong

But you have 1,2,3,4,5
Six senses