Anaemic

Just too many thoughts in my head
I need a place to call my own
Just too many of those days hanging by the telephone
And as we said we will never die
And now I'm feeling the dying
Isn't it so that the truth really hurts?
Maybe it's why we keep on lying

Again and again

I wanna go back
I wanna go back there
I wanna go back
Wanna go back there now

Trust each other as we trust ourselves
Another reason to dig up bones
Building up a palace of glass
I find myself throwing stones
Picking old wounds until they bleed
Is the main theme that we use
Shining bright in the same old shoes
There's no ignition without a fuse