no sensitivity in a fog of war
but the pressure that i hold
i suspect the reason i am loved
is because of how tight i'm holding on
nowadays you're supposed to talk
whatever happened to the old -fashioned
what they didn't know is once you get us in
you would never hear the end
i suspect the reason i am loved
is because of how tight i'm holding on
tell me would i still be the one you want
he's not the type and soldiers
it's a place reserved for the
now you ask how i'm feeling
you're gonna torture me slowly with it