Luyện nghe bài hát Potions

I I hope, like a prayer.
And out my tears in a bottle of notes.
and drink up; it's uncommon and sweet.
Are you Is it making you mine?

You morph into the last thing alive.
no periphery, you're all that's in front of me.

Are you the rock, paper,
Casting those faded paper figures on the
As providence seems to
Common sense, is my down-to-earth defense

Brush it off again as trickery, of hand.
If you but for all purposes and intents.

I am right or I am wrong.
If in neither the words nor the song.
It's in this soundless, common sense.
Be that as it may, is my down-to-earth defense

You morph into the last living alive.
I've no periphery, you're all that's in of me.

it off again as trickery, slight of hand.
If you but for all purposes and intents.
You morph into the living thing alive.
I've no periphery. all that's in front of me.