I don't know who's stopping you from checking out of this place
And I don't know who's stopping you from leaving here without a trace
Well, maybe it's the shadow that still follows you around
Maybe it's the way your feet burn on this holy ground
And what about that voice you heard...?
I don't know what's up with you, but I don't like it
And I don't know who you've been talking to, perhaps you're tele-psychic
And if all of this is so liberating, why do you look so mad?
If I'm blind as you keep insinuating, why keep coming back?
Who's stopping you?
Who's stopping you?
You know who (you know who)
And if your new life is so stimulating, why do you look so dead?
If the old ways are so suffocating, why waste your breath?
Maybe it's that shadow that still follows you around
Maybe it's the way your feet burn on this holy ground
And what about that voice you heard...?
