You may as well be dead.
You're outside your head.
I can call your name a thousand times before,
Before you realise, before you realise,
You're standing in my heart,
You're standing in my heart.
Turn on, move on.
I never know what's real,
In everything believe.
I will fall again,
A thousand times before, before I realise,
I'm falling on my own,
I'm standing on my own
Turn on, move on.
Your words rubbing off me like snow,
melting, pouring down my hair.