Cold… so cold… oh lord At the top of my toes I don't know Where to go So I stay at her door
And hot… so hot… like a shot What I'm thinking about Wanna shout It out loud Wanna make walls of sound All around all around Wanna feet off the ground
And every minute I believe that Everything I did wasn't wrong And wasn't it wrong to get away And every single time I called She used to wait and listen ringtone Then she`d pick up the phone and then she’d say…
“It's all your fault oh oh So free my soul from your love I don't want to know Your reasons no more So let me go oh oh…”
So hot like a shot What I'm thinking about Wanna scream wanna shout Wanna make walls of sound All around all around Wanna feet off the ground
And every minute I believe that Everything I do isn't wrong And isn't it wrong to get away And now I try to call her But she listens to that fucking ringtone I bet she’ll pick up the phone and she will say
“It's all your fault oh oh So free my soul from your love I don't want to know Your reasons no more So let me go
Please let me go (I don't want to know your reasons no more)
So let me go Let me go I don't want to know Your reasons no more So let me go I don't want to know Your reasons no more So let me go oh oh... Please let me go