Chasing ghosts, I'm chasing ghosts around this town. When will I live, when will I live this memory down? When will I wear you out?
I hear a voice when there's nobody else around. I have a choice, but I'd rather not say it out loud, When will I shout it out?
In the day it's all that it seems, But when I sleep you're in my dreams. Seeping your way into my bones and blood. I'll be bound to a killing kind of love.
Golden frames, golden frames surround your face. Four corners, four corners of endless black Keep me forever trapped.
Until I can't see all you've down to me. Drowning in your rivers of agony. And I drink you into my bones and blood. I'll be bound to a killing kind of love.