Motives

Conversations like burning fire

Can you feel the distance roll in like floodwater

With loneliness and love it's a thin line

In your absence either could be right

Call it what you'd like but I'm undone

Feeling cold, feeling cold

Dampening the thoughts of the true right

Curse my inward sight, leaves you unheard

Is there love in spite of the many

Motives of my mind

Would you fight?

Would you fight?

With loneliness and love it's a thin line

In your absence either could be right

Call it what you'd like but I'm undone

Feeling cold, feeling cold

Would you fight?

Would you fight?