Take your hand, take your hand away, leave your impression on my back, where your fingers lay, and I will hold my breath, til you find something to say. But if you wanna go with her you're allowed, cus you're already one foot off the ride, oh pretty Boychild. You love your words, you say you love your words, but it seems they fail you, when something hurts, or when someone hurts, but I know better than to try to get out of you, what I would say, what I would do. So if you wanna go with her you're allowed, cus you're already halfway through goodbye, oh pretty Boychild. Still it's better off dead than dying, oh it's better off dead, and if the ground isn't soft where you're lying just remember that you made your own bed.