Are you coming up to see me

With a loaded gun to me head?

Are you coming up to leave me alone

Alone with my head?

I could think of nicer ways

To let me down

I could blink and you were gone

Without a sound

(Run)

It's going, going place and trace

Of laughter remain the same

Ooh, this critical devotion

Slow it down traces remain of pain.

You try to answer me with silence

Violence lies in your eyes

You try to tell me what I'm feeling

You're stealing the prime of my life.

I could think of nicer ways

To let me down

I could blink and you were gone

Without a sound

(Run)

It's going, going place and trace

Of laughter remain the same

Ooh, this critical devotion

Slow it down traces remain of pain.

No luxury

No love

No pride.

Just canopies of pain inside

These enemies of love decide

From memories of pain I hide

(Run)

It's going, going place and trace

Of laughter remain the same

Ooh, this critical devotion

Slow it down traces remain of pain.

It's going, going place and trace

Of laughter remain the same

Ooh, this critical devotion

Slow it down traces remain of pain.