With my mother’s concentration I can stare for a thousand years
At anything you put in front of me As long as you’re there when I Turn around, round round
And I want you to follow me And I want to break out of here And when we are face to face Imagine a place with no fear
If I cave in – Cave in to temptation Turn around Remind me what your name is And then you fall back In slow motion With a swell of the strings A swell of the strings
