Tekstovi: The New Amsterdams. Strangled By The Thought.

Weak from lack of oxygen
Strangled by the thought
Promise you'll remember
When I'm gone

Sleep is mostly optional
Trace lines around my heart
Steal the only breath from my lungs
And if I had your faith, I'd be fearless

But until that day, I'm envious
Miles and miles that distance us
Like meters on a map
Trace lines that only translate to a day

But if your awake, tell me it's safe
If you ask me to stay, then I'll stay
Don't leave me here, when I'm bleedin'
When I'm fadin', when I'm true

And it's tempting
Would you stop everything
When I'm pourin' out to you?
So take everything, take it all from me

All I want
All I want is you