We're living dishonest, but I'm modest | I won't cater to the words left unspoken | Escape to a feeling unashamed | Would they miss me? Would you miss me when I'm gone? | When I'm gone where the world ends it's starting to slowly make some sense that | this feeling, neurotic, will lead to darker days | Would they miss me? Would you miss me when I'm gone? | If I fall to your arms, again, I don't think that we'd stand a chance
Gravity, hold me down, make me stay another day until the sky turns grey | I've lived to love, now I love to live, but to live I lie | Would you love me? Would you need me when I'm gone? | I've lived to love, now I love to live, but to live I lie
Gravity, hold me down, make me stay another day until the sky turns grey | I've lived to love, now I love to live, but to live I lie | Would you love me? Would you need me when I'm gone? | I've lived to love, now I love to live, but to live I lie