Knew something was not right
And not for the first time here we are
True, it's always the same fight
The one that we always seem to restart
But I could walk away
And you could have your way
Breaking the cycle that's holding me
Holding me, holding you
Words make a prison, they're holding me
Holding me, holding you
Every sound's a needle
Pulling razor threads
The heart's the fragile fabric
The needle tries to mend
But I could walk away
And you could have your way
Breaking the cycle that's holding me
Holding me, holding you
Words make a prison, they're holding me
Holding me, holding you
Breaking the cycle that's holding me
Holding me, holding you
Words make a prison, they're holding me
Holding me, holding you
Breaking the cycle
Holding me, holding you
Words make a prison
Holding me, holding you