Like spice on the wind
It twists me from within
And
Silicone contains the witch
I want you
Don't want to languish
And
Maybe I run from
Maybe I run from this heart
Maybe I run from
Maybe I run from my heart
I've been the break, I've been the cause
An excuse we all implore
I've been the rise
I've been the fall
You can go, but I want more
Scent of spice on your hair
It twists me, was it ever really there?
And
Cinnamon will burn my dreams
I lost you
I lost my line of sight and now I see the end
Maybe I run from
Maybe I run from this heart
Maybe I run from
Maybe I run from my heart
Maybe I run from
Maybe I run from this heart
Maybe I run from
Maybe I run from my heart
I've been the break
I've been the cause
An excuse we all implore
I've been the rise
I've been the fall
You can go, but I want more
