Woorden: Maria Taylor. 11:11. One Of The Shareholder.

A dance, a bid, a matinee
It's a faint, a brief, affinity
It's a touch, when it shouldn't be
But it's all right
And it's a step but you're too quick to fall
Now a crash but it's just physical
Not a point, 'cept it's natural
But it's all right

Uh-uh

There's no burden that will agonize you
A worry that will weigh you down
Not the memories that hypnotize you
You won't turn around

You can't love me (x4)

A regret, it's undetectable
It's a shy display, nonemotional
It's a siren, barely audible
But it's all right

And it's an angle of the paradigm
It's a cold box of cheap red wine
It's the thought that gets lost in time
But it's all right

Uh-uh

There's no burden that will agonize you
A worry that will weigh you down
Not the memories that hypnotize you
You won't turn around

You can't love me (x4)

It's a shade of what it could not be (x3)
It's a shade, a shade

There's no burden that will agonize you
A worry that will weigh you down
Not the memories that hypnotize you
You won't turn around

You can't love me (x4)