You want the truth, I dont know what's real.
You fight me off , I'm still nipping at your heels.
I could try but the feeling wont let go,
and you my dear will be hanging round my door.
You need the truth but some things arent up for sale.
You've felt me out now you're rushing by full sail.
I could try but the feeling wont let go.
And you my dear will be hanging round my door.
All these bodies rush right through me,
It's like I'm chased by ghosts,
And you my dearest choose to break the ones you love the most.
I could try but the feeling wont let go, and you my dear will be hanging round my door.
You fight me off , I'm still nipping at your heels.
I could try but the feeling wont let go,
and you my dear will be hanging round my door.
You need the truth but some things arent up for sale.
You've felt me out now you're rushing by full sail.
I could try but the feeling wont let go.
And you my dear will be hanging round my door.
All these bodies rush right through me,
It's like I'm chased by ghosts,
And you my dearest choose to break the ones you love the most.
I could try but the feeling wont let go, and you my dear will be hanging round my door.