Shoulda' kept my mouth shut from the start
Shoulda' used my head and not my heart
My weakness you know
I'm peeled to the bone
I can't let it go
I live in the past

Now it's all water under the bridge
Bitter as the taste of sour milk
Belief is a hoax
All roads lead to rome
I can't let it go
Inflammable heart

This short tunnel is no longer a shelter
This short tunnel is no longer a shelter
This short tunnel is no longer a shelter
This short tunnel is no longer a shell