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.