Back down and touch, the door is shut
In the end you’re just too close
There’s no-one here, there’s no-one there
I still can’t tell, and if you’d better try this
And you might find, I’m in your place, I see your face
The air is cold, I’m still on hold
I still can’t tell of what’s been said
Your hands around my throat,
Ask me to let go
Your hands around my throat,
Your hands around my throat