i try to hide, to disappear

to let you think that i don't feel

well, you don't play that game...



just take a dive inside my eyes

dismiss the clown and give some life

so now, we're in your game...



how can i keep your trace away?

desire versus conscious faith...

i am in your face again...



bad judgment and a day in vain

a smile got hurt... no words to say

until the next time



it's out of my hands.. out of me

can't run away from you...



i try but isn't good enough

the little tricks run out of gas

just when you come around



the way you see through all my walls

the player's tired when you call

i'll lose the bet agin



how can i keep your trace away?

desire versus conscious faith..

i am in your face again



i guess i all take the worse of me

the way i am, a blind must see

you'll find a better man



ït's out of my hands... out of me

can't run away from you...