And she said it was alright 
to recover things, to recover me
You know it all except the bound of my true embrace trough the words I said 
because I just want to fall down 
in your deep blue eyes, in your stormless face 
but lumber trough the crowd 
it's decree weakness as my common sense 
You've been lost without a trace/ should I be aiming for your touch 
and I quash all revulsion/ it was so much happier than today
when love won't gain no ground/ with your foolish odds
on your complementary choices 
I obey until you say you will
You've been lost without a trace
should I be aiming for your touch