There is a shard in my head destroying my memories
I can't leave this bed, too, too bad
There is a sound in my head, like a swarm of bees
I still haven't found those memories
I can't stand another round, it's going to knock me out
Then I feel like thinking, should it make me proud?
I recall the truth, it's all wrong, unclear
I want to go back to my light-headed dream
Whose hands are these?
Is this some kind of trance?
Whose legs are these?
Mine always want to dance!
Whose hands are these?
Is this some kind of trance?
Whose legs are these?
Mine always want to dance!
Whose hands are these?
Is this some kind of trance?
Whose legs are these?
Mine always want to dance!
Whose hands are these?
Is this some kind of trance?
Whose legs are these?
Mine always want to dance!
Whose hands are these?
Is this some kind of trance?
Whose legs are these?
Mine always want to dance!
Whose hands are these?
Is this some kind of trance?
Whose legs are these?
Mine always want to dance!
Whose hands are these?
Is this some kind of trance?
Whose legs are these?
Mine always want to dance!
Whose hands are these?
Is this some kind of trance?
Whose legs are these?
Mine always want to dance!
