I'm a riddle Try to figure this one out On a limb Hanging from a rope Dangling like a tire Swinging out into the sunset I'll come back in For you to throw me out again and again Somethings gotta give Climbing over mountains Made of stone turned to sand Somethings gotta give Knocking over castles Made of gold, turned to sand I'm a vampire Wandered off into the dessert sun Blistering, thirsting for a drop of water Rolling off your skin Sweat it out like a fever I'll drink you in I'll bite your neck again and again Somethings gotta give Climbing over mountains Made of stone turned to sand Somethings gotta give Knocking over castles Made of gold, turned to sand Unnoticed, unspoken We all feel the same Internal intervention Driving you insane Somethings gotta give Somethings gotta give Lost among the restless Tired disillusion married with the anxiousness You paint yourself into that corner Invisible you spin On a carousel of porcelain faces Sympathizing with the devil Looking for compassion Mend the fabric, stitch A spool of thread slowly unraveled Make something of it And sew me into new day fashion Tailor made carefully crafted Tailor made carefully crafted, yeah Hand made carefully crafted Self made carefully crafted Self made carefully crafted