Anywayz
Anywayz...
Maybe you could get me out of this place.
This cold room.
This cold house.
These cold eyes.
This cold heart.
Anywayz...
Maybe you could get me out of this place.
(All the things I wish I was, I see... I see in you, I do)
I bet you know just how to touch me.
To see in me.
Slide the hand to free me.
Oh, to see in me.
I bet you know just how to touch me.
To see in me.
Slide the hand to frame me.
Oh, to see in me.
Anywayz...
Maybe you could get me out of this place. (I'd be yours.)
Maybe you could get me out of this place. (All I wanted, yeah, this cold... this cold heart.)