A Letter from Janelle

We make the sun shine, we make
A morning
Move with me, move with me
Move with me, move with me

Don't you think I could tell
That you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me

Don't you think I could tell
That you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me

To remember who you really are

It's so easy to get lost in constantly
Having to preserve whatever face you believe
A person wants to see, rather than your own

Yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities
Move with me, move with me
Only the ones we are most comfortable relinquishing
Move with me, move with me

Don't you think I could tell
That you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me (move with me)

Don't you think I could tell (ahh)
That you were trying to, trying to
Make a fool out of me, a fool out of me (move with me, move with me)

Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?

Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Such a paradox, isn't it, isn't it?
Isn't it, isn't it? Isn't it, isn't it?