You belong with me
I'm tracing a line
I'm tracing the lines of your hand
You collapse in threads
Show me inside, wasted and white
Black threat sound
You confide in me
Ashamed and alive
Shaped and defined by God's plan
You belong to me
You're crossing a line
You're cold and confined
You're no friend
I wait for a sign
I'm tracing the lines of your hand
Of your hand
Of your hand
What's yours can be mine
I'm tracing the lines of your hand
Of your hand
Of your hand
You belong with me
And tonight
At least we can die
In silence
Is it worth it now?
Tell me is it worth it now, is it worth it now
