false impressions can delight me
no transgressions no reality
your discretion lacks or mine does
my coercion tact - i have none
round in circles
floating free until it drops
and it always does
and all my fears return again
a final trick to learn the end
this obsession won't allow me to
face rejection - fear is blinding
pounding forward
sure it's never coming back
but it always does
and all my fears return again
the wounded wick will burn and thenâ¦
you're quickly putting out my flame
and you're not showing any shame
you wrap your fingers round my throat and
won't release til i'm playing dead
you're telling me that you're unsure
but we've both been here before
i'm only lying to myself
and i know what's coming next
i know what's coming
and all my fears return again
the wounded wick will burn and then
all my fears return again
a final trick to learn the end