In a peculiar way
I think I might stay
Attached to you
When I come around
I won't make a sound
For you
All my ideas
Are premised on the truth
That it was you
Who loved me
I'll walk in a straight line
And so you might find
It's really true
If I steal away
Then I'll hear you say
All I need
All my ideas
Are premised on the truth
That it was you
Who loved me.