Now I can't get ya out of my brain Ohh, ...

 I don't wanna do this anymore, it's so surreal
I can't survive if this is all that's real

 Saw all of the saints, Lock up the gates
I could not enter

 I'm on the edge of glory
And I'm hanging on a moment of truth

 In these frozen and silent nights
Sometimes in a dream you appear

 Nasza muzyka jest zdolna wywołać chwiejność emocjonalną, zachowanie patologiczne, a nawet bunt i rewolucję.

 'Cause you know I love the players
And you love the game

 My spirit's sleeping some where cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

 I must have called a thousand times to tell you:
"I'm sorry, for everything that I've done"
But when I call you never seem to be home

 Bring your love to me
I will hold it like a newborn child
One of my own blood
And I might just even sing a song
to keep it calm

 Girl, I hope you’re sure, what you’re looking for,
As I’m not good at making promises