Of Scorpions & Bells

I know that my grip was a little to tight, But from where I was coming, you were the only thing right I guess I'm sorry for that. But if you think these bars of love you have forged will keep me here locked up, and waiting, and yours Baby you're wrong 'Cause baby I'm leaving Baby I'm leaving (X5) Now, decide what you need, a guide or a thief Someone to hold you, or sharpen your teeth I ain't staying to find out 'Cause I think you're blind And I think you're deaf Touch is the only sense you've got left. Baby, good luck with that. 'Cause I'm leaving Baby I'm leaving (X8)