She said: “I’ll throw myself away… They’re just photos after all”. I can’t make you hang around. I can’t wash you off my skin. Outside the frame is what we’re leaving out, You won’t remember anyway.
I can go… with the flow I can say it doesn't matter… with the flow; matter anymore I can go… with the flow I can go… Do you believe it in your head?
It’s so safe to play along little soldiers in a row, Falling in and out of love with something sweet to throw away. But I want something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live. I want a new mistake, lose is more than hesitate… Do you believe it in your head?
I can go… with the flow I can say it doesn't matter… with the flow; matter anymore I can go… with the flow I can go… Do you believe it in your head?