Whoa, you taking all I own

You're feeding something make me start to see in the night

Won't you help me roll back home?

The feet are stumbling, walk me down the street in the light

Walk on or die

I will never know

Lowered mind, won't take my eyes to see the break in your way

Release your problems, release your problems, release your problems

Lowered mind, won't take my eyes to see the break in your way

Release your problems, release your problems, release your problems

Feels downhill, worried by your ivory poison

Reaching round the streets in open fire eyes

Feel some light though, leave the light on

I could be the warmest soul if I like though

What a lie? What a night? What a night?

Don't lie to my face