A sign from you is my attraction But the focus on you might be a trapdoor The blood of my veins is pumped into your hands Like a puppet you control, I'm feeling the effects Ooh, I'm lost, lost like the needle I drown, drown at the low tide A sign from you is my attraction But the focus on you might be a trapdoor You're my engine and drive the bitterness that bites But you poison me, all day and the night Ooh, I'm lost, lost like the needle I drown, drown at the low tide Ooh, a sign from you is my attraction But the focus on you might be a trapdoor Oh, a sign from you is my attraction But the focus on you might be a trapdoor