©
1997 Words: Marisa Bozza
Music: Marisa Bozza, Kevin Paez, Paul Rogers, Robert Anderson
He's
in my head, will he stay here?
Walking on the knife, borrowing my name;
well he bails out on me sometimes,
and he crawls out of me when I break,
like now.
Like now...
Will he come in when I'm better again,
will he wear me like a halo?
Befreind him and then I'll pave him a way
to the light of another nightless day,
and when I walk with him I walk the knife,
Will he kill me, kill me,
kill me, kill me rite?
Will he drown in a memory, down to a voice in my head?
Like now...