Split Like a Lip, No Blood On the Beard - Buke & Gase

Someone wait there here.

Ain’t no in love, you play their game.

Done with the mask, only here, what you want, lucy.

It seems not right, the pressure, don’t hurt, wait there.

Spirits all above, phone call, springs and love, later on

I’ve been long on my own, I’m the song that abides.

Not a link that abides.

Not a link in a chain.

Now you see it again, let hope lie.

That’s what you get when you mess with me.

She say, that’s what you get when you stare to me.

You can’t yours in the right to be in love.

You get yours said, might be a little love.

Get a good sin, enough to pull you under, in the voice of false pretense

No oh why, you head, big girl, dreams on your mind.

Running all around again with your hand covered up.

You write turn, just fine, she’s a big girl you never mind.

Sure it won’t be, any other way outside these blocks

I’ve been long on my own, I’m the song that abides.

Not a link that abides.

Not a link in a chain.

Now you see it again, let hope lie.

I never notice when it’s you we do what we do.

I never notice.

I never notice.