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.