These forced feelings guide my head up through the ceiling again-
tossed thoughts to swim in once discovery's dead-
forty-four more hours left to talk about the time spent
sitting in a rocking chair.

Staring through the headlights trying to find my mind-
winding round and round again, winding round and round again-
Staring through the headlights trying to find my mind-
winding round and round again, winding round and round and then-

Wish me away again, I can't stand the sight of his hands around your heart-
Wish me away again, I can't stand the sight of his hands around your heart- around your heart.