What should I do, darling?
Tell me the truth - what should I do?
And what if this time we're wrong?
What should I do?
It seems like hearts only break in my hands these days.
Always an innocent face,
But never my own.
I won't let you become one of them.
My arms round your waist.
My hands through you hair.
These words in my ear
They may not be real.
Because it's so late at night
I can't tell what's real and what's not.
I can't say what's taking so long.
I can't speak for anyone but myself.
Tonight I'll hardly sleep,
Preffering instead to watch the world spin,
Lighting your face and keeping me wide awake.
My hands are tied sure and fast,
Pressed tight against the small of my back
To stop them reaching for you tonight.
There's always another time.