Every time you touch her sets your hands on fire, And every thing you´ve got is all that she requires.
And you hang on, hang on, hang on to the words of a liar. You can feel it getting down to the wire. All the hurt you thought was gone has now returned, And every thing she´s laughing at is all you learned. And you let go, let go, let go, ´cause you know you´re getting tired. Can you feel it getting down to the wire? Take the time to close your eyes and look around, ´Cause anyone who helped you out can let you down. And look out, look out, look out, the voice is now the choir.