Songtext von Spite

I'll keep my hands to myself.. What more can I say? What more can I say, in this instance?.. As you reach across the floor. Awkward silences..I can't take you looking in. Is this the fear that brings us to our knees? (Causing hearts) To desintegrate.. (I'll never) Learn from the mistakes, a victim's torn to pieces. Let's make a deal (a deal). So that in the end(in the end), I'll be left in the fire.. You're two steps ahead (Are you so scared of this feeling?) and I'm lost in regret.. With the face of the clock and a gun at my figertips..Face of the clock and a gun at my fingertips..And one last breath,no, a sigh of relief for the futile attempt. The s-soon to be memory, face of the clock and a gun at at my fingertips. Awkward silences..I can't take you looking in. Is this the fear that brings us to our knees? (Causing hearts) To desintegrate.. (I'll never) Learn from the mistakes, a victim's torn to pieces. Nothing can make this right.. Say your "Goodbyes".. Save your breath. Awkward silences..I can't take you looking in. Is this the fear that brings us to our knees? (Causing hearts) To desintegrate.. (You'll never) Learn from the mistakes, a victim's torn to pieces.