The Indien - Numbers

Killing time in Central Station
Recognize your face from that night in that cafe
Singing kinda like Frank Ocean
Places that I don't know

Maybe someday
I won't be scared and clumsy
Hardly got to know you
I hardly got to know you
I see myself dumbly
Standing in your doorway
Hardly got to know you
Hardly got to know you

I saw what I saw through the alcohol
Now I know all I need to know

Numbers, adding up the numbers
She told me to avoid him, doesn't even know him
Wonders, don't return my phone calls
Can't you see it's simple? Maybe someday
I won't be scared and clumsy
Hardly got to know you
I hardly got to know you
Sure I saw you laugh
I may not even ask it
Hardly got to know you
Hardly got to know you

But I wonder
Would you touch me on the shoulder?
Or wake me as the sun comes
Burning through thе windows?
These are things I need to know

Colors [?] makеs me nervous
Serves a hidden purpose, almost believed it
Runners, jealous of their freedom
Bodies made for leaving

Heart in pieces
Thought that you were Jesus
I hardly got to know you
Hardly got to know you
Bury me in laughter
Wish that was the answer
Hardly got to know you
Hardly got to know you

Just a little cold, miss the alcohol
Now I know all I need to know