Which of all my tired fingers Would lose first their tight grip and leave me To fall in the void where all memories are born Keep me tight and I'll give away all my feelings But push me down and down I'll fall And wrap my hand around your arm It's a drag to walk around alone My advice would be too aligned With my desires for you to trust But trust is just a word Used for all the things you cannot grasp Am I right? Which of all my ideas will leave me To fall in the void where all my dreams feel numb Keep me tight and I'll turn away from the feelings That push me down when down I fall And wrap my hand around your arm It's a drag to walk around alone