Habits

I got wounds
I got fears
And a way of talking to you
I got moods
And I might be stalking
These moods, these moods
They turn into sparks that light up and burn a hole in you
That light up and burn a hole in you
I got habits that gather their strength in the dark
And these words and potions they pull us apart
I got worries and maybes that are turning into sparks
That light up and burn a hole in you
That light up and burn a hole in you
Say girl please wait a while
Just gather your thoughts and see
Think it through won’t you wait a while
Something’s wrong
I got wounds
I got fears
And a way of talking to you
I got tears
And I might be stalking
These moods, these moods
They turn into sparks that light up and burn a hole in you
That light up and burn a hole in you
Say girl please wait a while
Just gather your thoughts and see
Think it through won’t you wait a while
Something’s wrong with me
I see you come outside and roam
Get outside
And walk outside
And be outside
And led outside
And warm outside
I roam
I grow silent I get weary
My thoughts in a haze
You got a way and a walk that keeps me afraid
I got low tense and pretence that are eating up my days
And together they burn a hole in you
Together they burn a hole in you