Second Life

No more mistakes

I'm coming around again

call if you want me, call if you want me

I remember losing my way and then

winding up here, winding up here

closing down on all I can

closing down on all

to fall into place

you're bleeding me dry again

I'll do the chasing, I'll do the chasing

I'm younger than you know

into the womb crawl into the womb again

don't look behind you, don't look behind you I don't

sit and fake the form for hours

like it's full of care and real substance

I'm still getting hit with the occasional wave but I can ride it

when I hear the locks turning, I'll

hide behind the door and then

if it's my shadow coming in

I'll kill it with my bare hands

closing down on all I can

closing down on all I can