Dactyl - Toyer Lyrics

Should we all take the chance
When the wind blows your way, it lifts you up
And makes your fears go pale
Should we all fear the night
When the thin layer ends
Within layer ends
And you're now late to make amends

Phone me, and if you're right, show me
Hold me, and if you're right, love me
(yuh-)

Oh, what a wish for it to be the last time
But we know it
And it hurts to know it

There isn't much I see in all of us (all of us! all of us!)
There isn't much I feel in all of us (all of us! all of us!)
There isn't much to think about us (all of us! all of us!)
And nothings here for me in all of us (all of us! all of us!)

You went after me
You went out for me
She went after me
She went out for me
She went out for me
She went after me