Breathless

Does it fit to think Maybe you're the one to blame Don't even try to call them out Just give a little time to find yourself In spite of all your clues Maybe you just play the fool. I'm breathless Waltzing after you Haunted, under a blood red moon Push him away Try to keep the thoughts at bay Unrecognisable you Meet the demands Of a rigid and cold popular view You want someone to hold your hand. But I'm breathless Waltzing after you Haunted, under a blood red moon I'm holding out, I'm holding out Calling after you Breathless, we move to our own tune. Don't have a point to make But I argue all the time with only you Beautiful you. I'm breathless Waltzing after you Haunted, under a blood red moon I'm holding out, I'm holding out Calling after you, Breathless, we move to our own tune.