Grow

Stilted by the way that your zealous eyes live on me like a knife Guilt in all the things that you do without but make no sacrafice Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow And we may be all so different And we may be all so wise It's the damaged little smile as you eat yourself That makes me realise Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Grow Say Listen It's the same country We Glisten It'll never be Never be Your way I hope The shame lessens As you plead on your knees And I Say Listen It'll never be Never be Your way I hope.