Testo:
So this is how it is without your love so this is perfectly fitting that i sense your body rising up you're a comfort to taste but i wake to no one there so you're tracing over all these curves cut in you so you traced then all to me and i'm afraid that it's out on me and it's all so clear now the word is out on me that i'll finally be found somebody's tracing over, somebody's dragging over, somebody's tracing over me this is how it is without you you are the tap that's reaching me volcano eyes that keep me warm i turn for heat but i wake to no one there so you've traced my number so you've gathered it all up so you're catching up to me tracing on the line that made me free
