I'm waiting in my room for you to come, Sitting in my armchair. My books, they show me what you've done, When I have been out there. You were supposed to be waiting, To help me find the key, You were supposed to be honest With me.
So am I nervous? Am I nervous now? God knows what's holding my hand From cutting your thread, From setting free my...
I'm walking in the moonlight through the woods - There's nobody near me. The music of the trees, it shapes my mood, But anger is still here. Am i supposed to be forgiving? Scarificate my heart? Or should we turn back home To the start?
So am I nervous? Am I nervous now? God knows what's holding my hand From cutting your thread, From setting free my...