Sometimes it's better like you're "already mine" Under my make-up and my crazy designs I'm watching you through all the windows inside my house Sometimes it's better like you're "driving me home" Under my make-up and you already know I'm watching you through all the windows inside my house I'm adopted child of love I have my eyes and have my soul And I'm holding on You make me holy I'm adopted child of love I have my eyes and have my soul And I'm holding on You make me holy You make me holy I left my "heavy metal" wishes inside Under my "crystal shelder" I'll let you find I'm whatching you through all the windows inside my house I'm adopted child of love I have my eyes and have my soul And I'm holding on You make me holy I'm adopted child of love I have my eyes and have my soul And I'm holding on You make me holy I'm adopted child of love I have my eyes and have my soul And I'm holding on You make me holy I'm adopted child of love I have my eyes and have my soul And I'm holding on You make me holy