Oh, baby. Girl, don't pull the rug from under my feet. Don't do it baby. Don't leave, don't leave me so. I'm talking in my sleep. . This could be the start of a nightmare.
Kissing a strange hand my city-like street lamps fade. On the edge of an answer your way lust beginnings are made. Lover forgive me, my guilt is my only crime.
We gave it all to chance,. And yet you question all that we've said,. We gave it all to chance,. But it's not enough,. Uncertainty moves right through you..