Who is the man that stares at me?
Who are the people talking to me in my dreams?
I feel so haunted by my past, but some say that pain is just a dress
Can I lay it down? Can I give it back?
Can we build something that we never had?
Or does our future lie in the past?
Some say that pain is just a pose,
But if there are things just the body knows
Then if I change my name, I am losing who I am
Can I give it back? Can I give it back? Or am I losing who I am?
It is running in my blood, it is in my flesh, can I give it back?
Can I give it back? Can I give it back? Or am I losing who I am?
It is running in my blood, it is in my flesh, can I give it back?
Would you come down with me, live in a house that I built?
I built it out of my dreams, built it out of memories
And if we go back to where it all began
And if we are starting at the heart of all things
And if I change my name, do my feelings stay the same?
Can I give it back? Can I give it back? Or am I losing who I am?
It is running in my blood, it is in my flesh, can I give it back
Can I give it back? Can I give it back? Or am I losing who I am?
It is running in my blood, it is in my flesh, can I give it back?
