From your point of view, well it looks much worse
Got your chainmail on so you don't get hurt
And your cavalcade only gets in the way
Tell me everything, I'll make them go away
You're looking at it like taboo when I talk about me and you
When I talk about me and you
Hands that shake but a grip that binds
With your finger wrapped round the telephone line
Where I go, well I know you're mine
And I feel the pull as it winds and winds
Well you're something else but there's something off
Like the room without the window and the badge without the gun
Keep your enemies close and your foes closer
Radio silence for the ones who know her
You're singing that evil hymn when I talk about you and him
When I talk about you and him
Hands that shake but a grip that binds
With your finger wrapped round the telephone line
Where I go, well I know you're mine
And I feel the pull as it winds and winds
If I can't talk about it
If there's no words around it
Yeah I can't talk about it
Hands that shake but a grip that binds
With your finger wrapped round the telephone line
Where I go, well I know you're mine
And I feel the pull as it winds and winds
Hands that tremble and lips that lie
Got me thinking about it all the time
Where I go, well I know you're mine
And I feel the pull as it winds and winds