It pulls me down equally.
And draws me back every time.
This love is a heavy kind.
I keep it close. Close to me.
And I forget the pain it caused.
It's better to have loved and lost.
Still it feeds my appetite.
One and one is always two.
I apologize for how I treated you.
That this will be the death of me.
I'm back behind. Behind it all.
And I will wait, I will take my time.
Patience is a friend of mine.
Still I fuel my appetite.
Well, consequence haunting me.
Still I follow helplessly.
It keeps turning me, yeah!
It keeps turning me, yeah!
Oh, you keep pulling me, yeah!