Can't paint the other side of you
Can't say if it's gray or blue
I need your help when I match
When I attach
I won't faint when the number's low
I won't wait until I'm down below
I need your help when it's late
When I can't find the gate
No more questioning
Your decisions are deafening
So close to what I'd do
Why tinker with the truth
So many calls that we have to make
I'd rather send a message any day
You've looked it up and figured it out before I had doubt
With the strength of a flower stem
And the cut of a splintered gem
You socialize with a smile, inform with some style
No more questioning
Your decisions are deafening
So close to what I'd do
Why tinker with the truth
No more questioning
Your decisions are everything
Exactly what I'd do
Why tinker with the truth
Taking some control back is good for me
Giving some control back is good for you
I still need your beacon to keep me organized
I still need your urging, your asking, your eyes