作词 : Grace Tither/Christian Wright/Harry Lee-Boazman
作曲 : Grace Tither/Christian Wright/Harry Lee-Boazman
Hand in the fire did I think it would burn me again
Tainted desire got me hooked on a wire got under my skin
Seemed every line I would say to you
You made me out worse than I am
Blind to the truth got a memory of you
That no longer exists
It’s a bitter, bitter blow
Wish I didn’t need your love
Didn’t think you’d sink so low
Get a grip I can’t let go
Call out my name and I run right back into your sword ohh ohh oh
Its a bitter, bitter blow
Twist of a knife took the blue from the sky without thinking twice
No I’m not perfect but I wound’t hurt you the way that you hurt me
Seemed every time I picked myself up, you pulled me back under the surface
Drowing in water so deep and you took the dry land
Ohhh ohhh
It’s a bitter, bitter blow
Wish I didn’t need your love
Didn’t think you’d sink so low
Get a grip I can’t let go
Call out my name and I run right back into your sword ohh ohh oh
Its a bitter, bitter blow
(Oh yeah)
Round and round you’re all in my head
Rolling round in circles again
Of regret and forgive and forgot
Round and round you’re all in my head
Rolling round in circles again
Taking Hold
Round and round you’re all in my head
Rolling round in circles again
Of regret and forgive and forgot
Round and round you’re all in my head
Rolling round in circles again
Taking Hold
It’s a bitter, bitter blow
Wish I didn’t need your love
Didn’t think you’d sink so low
Get a grip I can’t let go
Call out my name and I run right back into your sword ohh ohh oh
Its a bitter, bitter blow
