Never Hollowed By The Stare

We don’t have to know
Anyone at all
Anyone at all
Draw the blinds back slow
Sun fades in the room
Two begin to bloom

Silk skin lovers danced
With diamonds in their hands
Diamonds in their hands
We could feel like them
Rarely would we ask
Of things we used to have

Is that cool with you?
That I wanna call your name
Is that cool with you?
That I wanna call your name
Is that news to you?
That I wanna call your name
Is that cool with you?
That I wanna call

We don’t have to go
Anywhere at all
Anywhere at all
Bless our garden’s growth
Ivy climbs the wall
Heather in the fall

Smoke-screen those who stand
So righteous in our path
That never thought to ask
We’ll define what’s fair
Oh baby they prefer
Illusion to despair

Is that cool with you?
That I wanna call your name
Is that cool with you?
That I wanna call your name
Is that news to you?
That I wanna call your name
Is that cool with you?
That I wanna call

I see their heads against the windows
Breathing on the glass
Dreaming of the day that they can finally relax
If only this normality
Belonged to more than fantasy
It’s too much

Well they’re hoping and faking
They’re curled in disdain
The flowers too tall for the table again
But it’s alright, they called it faith

Is that cool with you?
That I wanna call your name
Is that cool with you?
That I wanna call your name