It's Late Lyrics

It's late
I still haven’t heard from you
You feel good
You'd be asleep, but I'd wake you wide again
Either way, we lost a day again, mmh
We owe so much
I’m caught in your voice

Paint me knowing
I don't ask again
Paint me loving
You come fake again
Paint me the fire
You once felt for them
I feel nothing
And you're so numb

How can, how can you say that?
How can, how can you say that?

Paint me boring
Creasing your face and then
Paint me soaring
In your eyes begin
To paint me memory
That I can hold within
It's how I feel I'm buzzing
I'm caught in your voice