You know that I'd cut my hairIf I knew that's what you wantedA lot of people might get scaredBut you still get my engine runningBut baby, I couldn't let you knowBecause you've still got me hidingAnd only you could keep me waitingWhile we're just getting olderI'm just getting olderCuz babyMy will is like a cold-blooded killerIt blasts a hole in my headAnd dumps it into the riverThis is the edge of wearing downIt always feels like I'm staring outOf someone's body who isn't meThey keep me locked inSo that I can't speakThis is the edge of breaking downThis kind of highReally takes you outIt the kind of words I can't really sayIt's the kind of person that I can't beTo you, Babyhead! (So keep moving away)
