Poker Face

Seeing as light is fading from the centre of your eyes And the blog that I been posting Don’t change your face design I find I got no knowledge of the ways inside your mind Any feelings you have gathered are hidden by disguise

How will I know you How do I get there What will I feel inside Will I be nowhere I’ve never seen or felt some kind of sign But I’m wishin’ for that magic kind of ride How will I know you How do I get there What will I feel inside Will you be elsewhere I’m seeing but I may as well be blind Your poker face is killing me inside

I’m so ever hopeful I got sensors in my teeth If you favour me with meeting eyes I’m flushing red as beet And dissecting every phrase of yours and liberating nothing I got to get to you or else I’ll shrink away to stuffing