You think you're leaving footprints. But it's craters that you're making. Try to spread the love round. But it's nails that you're taking. . It's crowded in your clutches.
She tastes like midnight. She tastes like wine. She tastes like midnight. She tastes like wine. . Gonna run my fingers. Oh, down your spine. Just like a bad dream.
Stand, stand and walk. Tragedy is cheap and so is talk. The decision yours to make, what will you do?. In the end it comes back to you. 'Cause it's a long way to fall.