Os álbuns de 2012, III

I'm biting my lip 
As confidence is speaking to me. 
I loosen my grip from my palm 
And put it on your knee. 
In my way, I say 
You're the reason why I'll move to the city 
You're why I'll need to leave. 

You're the reason why I'll move to the city 
You're why I'll need to leave

So what's with the eyes in the back of the room? 
The only ones trying 
The only ones I have let in years. 
It's not because I always give up 
It might be I always give out