Boy Without Filters
She never learns so she's never wrong
She doesn't like to sleep alone
When she does, she dreams of jets
Falling from the sky
Only in moments of weakness
Does she need him now
Boy without filters
From silence to distortion
Boy without filters
He thinks too much so he's never sure
The day seems spent before it's through
He remembers the sound of a distant night
Filling up the room
Watching her eat he notes that her mouth
Has a life of its own
Things are moving
Doors are closing on the
Boy without filters
Only in moments of weakness
Does she need him now
Autor(es): Mark Gane
