Tell me, when push comes to shove
Is there something called love
Or a way to find the things that matters?
I know, that all that we do
Is a picture of you
And I don't like what I see inside it
Will I be on my own
With someone I know?
Now I'm lying on my bed
With you in my head…
Tell me, why it fits like a glove
Never looked for a match
Never tried to find someone that matters
I know that all that we do
Is to talk about you
And it feels like animal behavior
Will I be on my own
With someone I know?
Now I'm lying on my bed
With you in my head…
It is dangerous
When we talk of us
When you're lying with me
And we feel the lust
Will you hide your face
To keep it on our own?
Tell me, why it fits like a glove
I never looked for a match
Never tried to find someone that matters
I know that all that we do
Is trying to be quite amused
And i feel that I will keep it somehow
Will I be on my own
With someone I know?
Now I'm lying on my bed
With you in my head…
It is dangerous
When we talk of us
When you're lying with me
And we feel the lust
Will you hide your face
To keep it on our own?