If I keep wandering around this house, I`ll die.
If I keep walking around this town, I`ll die.
So I fall or find something that lifts
and puts all the blood back into my veins.
If I keep driving down this street, I`ll die.
If I keep talking about this mess, I`ll die.
So I fall or find something that lifts
and puts all of the love back into my veins.
