Fiction Company - Design

Day breaks on my face
I don't know where I am
I have to leave this place, someday
And I dress like a magician
Oh what's your position
All night, right now

And you're so precise
When you have the time
There must be a better time
then now

I think that it's true, every time
That you are sad
someone is sadder, than you
I feel the same
but there's no time to (design?)

And you are so precise
When you have the time
but what's in your design
oh what's in your design
It's time to go
but every time you leave
well, something disappears
It always disappears
And every time you say that
you would go away
And there's no reason to stay

Oh what's in your design
It's time to go
but every time you leave
well, something disappears
It always disappears
And every time you say that
you would go away
And there's no reason to stay

give it to me
give it to me
give it to me
that would be mine