Groove Coverage - Poison
Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill...
I wanna love you but I better not touch
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I
Never made it as a wise man,
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'.
Tired of livin' like a blind man,
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feelin,
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of wha
How the hell did we wind up like this
Why weren't we able
To see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
I wish you'd unclench your fists
And unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this