Of Scorpions & Bells — Asa

I know that my grip was a little to tight,
But from where I was coming, you were the only thing right
I guess I'm sorry for that.

But if you think these bars of love you have forged
Will keep me here locked up, and waiting, and yours
Baby you're wrong

'Cause baby I'm leaving
Baby I'm leaving
(X5)

Now, decide what you need, a guide or a thief
Someone to hold you, or sharpen your teeth
I ain't staying to find out

'Cause I think you're blind
And I think you're deaf
Touch is the only sense you've got left.
Baby, good luck with that.

'Cause I'm leaving
Baby I'm leaving
(X8)