"white palms" lyrics

Don't listen to that shady voice
Keeps telling you what you already know
According to the book of rules
This is how I do it
Done

I paint my palms in white
Your colours are wearing on me
No matter how much air
The way you breathe leaves nothing for me

Every new place I hide
Where I go, you always find me
I need a rocket
To take me out of this sphere

As I make my humble sounds
To lead you to forget my love
No. It never was a good idea
To open up so freely

I paint my palms in white
Your colours are wearing on me
No matter how much air
The way you breathe leaves nothing for me

Every new place I hide
Where I go, you always find me
I need a rocket
To take me out of this sphere