Woorden: Leatherface. Horsebox. Grip.

There's a place that's in my heart where nobody goes
I'm screaming inside outside I'm in control
Wish I could tell you but you already know
Well I'm standing at a crossroads which way should I go
I get a grip on nothing I know not even which way I'll go
I took a dive into your face and swam through your eyes
I'm in the wrong place the waters were cold
Changed with the tide and there's no right time
Well I'm standing at a crossroad and which way should I go
I get a grip on nothing I know not even which way I'll go
So I keep my eyes shut while you keep my hands tied
I get a grip on nothing I know
Well I'm standing at the crossroads and which way should I go
I get a grip on nothing I know not even which way I'll go
So I keep my eyes shut while you keep my hands tied
I get a grip on nothing I know not even which way I'll go
Well I'm standing at a crossroad and which way should I go
I get a grip on nothing I know