Sanoja: No Fun At All. State Of Flow. Perfect Sense.

I saw you coming in, you condescending smile
I saw you standing there, you didn't care at all
You never listened much, a lack of interest
You came around to me

But how could I anticipate your love?

Like an angel, you came and made me a stranger
Like an angel, you came and made me a stranger
Like an angel, you came and gave a another chance

I tried a thousand ways, to penetrate your shield
I tried to comprehend your ambiguity
You never specified what your intensions were
You kept me in the dark

You came around and said; -your life is in a mess
You came around and I was eager to confess
The words you said made perfect sense
in your surroundings
The words you said to me