With my mother’s concentration
I can stare for a thousand years

At anything you put in front of me
As long as you’re there when I
Turn around, round round

And I want you to follow me
And I want to break out of here
And when we are face to face
Imagine a place with no fear

If I cave in –
Cave in to temptation
Turn around
Remind me what your name is
And then you fall back
In slow motion
With a swell of the strings
A swell of the strings