Like the tree that bends under the wind
i stand in front of you
i doubt about the options
breaking up or boomeranging on you
go downhill and never get up
then you'll decide to run
go downhill and never get up
then you'll decide to run
bend this meat
you can't leave
it looks like you're worked by life
like wood by the sculptor
dry up til the timber catches fire
dancing on tenterhooks so long
then you'll decide to run
dancing on tenterhooks so long
then you'll decide to run
go downhill and never get up
all those ashes under my bare feet
remain on the bitumen
at the edge of us
body torsion will make us fall
while you lie by my side on the bed
my woolen heart frays
dancing on tenterhooks so long
then you'll decide to run