Number One Son Revert To Type
Revert to type!
A sore subject to change discretion leads away the better part of my insight from me
Should I consider this to gain perspective your way?
Stuck in this place you never wanted to be
So contrived through those eyes
What you hide is subliminal
I would compromise almost anything to see you
Revert to type
Over and over you revert to type
Time and again so you revert to type
Where do I begin with you?
We make our peace again
Subdue and jade within
Another day brings another mood swing
It seems to shadow over things and manifest in dreams
You cast no light though the occasion would seem so contrived
Through those eyes what you hide is subliminal
I would compromise almost anything to see you
Revert to type
Over and over you revert to type
Time and again so you revert to type
Where do I begin with you?
It's that feeling so divine that won't mean anything
Is that feeling so divine when I've got no more insight?
Revert to type!
Where did you go?
Did you have to go?
I'm left to pick up the pieces again!
What's right for you?
There's no right, no right time for you
Revert to type
Over and over you...