I know, that my grip was a little too tight But from where I was coming, you were the only thing right I guess, I´m sorry for that But if you think this bars of love you have forged Will keep me here locked up, and waiting, and yours Baby, you´re wrong Baby, I´m leaving Now decide what you need, a guide or a thief Someone to hold you, or sharpen your teeth I ain´t stand to find out ´Cause I think you´re blind, and I think you´re deaf And touching is the only sense you got left Well, good luck with that Baby, I´m leaving