- cifra
I would have sailed away
If I'd known that nothing would change
Staring out my window sill
In my waisted prison cell
And I know what you want
And I know what you feel
As I cradle your loving
And you watch you disappear
And I feel your heart beat,
Pounding in my head
I'd like to control you,
'Cause I can't control myself, myself
Rain come my way
Mold my head like a ball of clay
Softly wither into my grave
Never to see the sun again
And I feel your heart beat,
Pounding in my head
I'd like to control you,
'Cause I can't control myself, myself
All alone in a crowd by myself
So sorry wish I'd find a way
Back into your hole again
But I've become your enemy
Yeah...
And I feel your heart beat,
Pounding in my head
I'd like to control you,
'Cause I can't control myself, myself
Hole, hole, hole
Yeah...
