Which of all my tired fingers
Would lose first their tight grip and leave me
To fall in the void where all memories are born
Keep me tight and I'll give away all my feelings
But push me down and down I'll fall
And wrap my hand around your arm
It's a drag to walk around alone
My advice would be too aligned
With my desires for you to trust
But trust is just a word
Used for all the things you cannot grasp
Am I right?
Which of all my ideas will leave me
To fall in the void where all my dreams feel numb
Keep me tight and I'll turn away from the feelings
That push me down when down I fall
And wrap my hand around your arm
It's a drag to walk around alone