Woorden: City And Colour. Constant Knot.

How much would you bet
that if I tried hard enough
I would spontaneously combust
I wish I could disappear
and run away from all of my fear
I think I'm coming undone

So stay the night, I promise
that I wont bite, cause without you there
I don't think I could close my eyes

How do I end up this way
a constant knot in my gut
tied with uncertainty and with lust
a classic case I suppose
a haunted man
who cant outrun his ghosts
there in my skin and my bones

So stay the night, I promise
that I wont bite, cause without you there
I don't think I could close my eyes

and now I say..