Stolen from me, so taken with you!
If I open the door does this end up in my hands,
the way it does in my head?
It's treason, the thoughts in my head.
What am I thinking? These thoughts are treason.
Stolen from me, so taken with you!
Stretched on the rack, two ways divergent,
the burden on my mind.
It's treason, the thoughts in my head.
What am I thinking?
Stop thinking, cease the link.
Put your foot down, put these thoughts away.
Put it all away.
I can't!
This can't be the way.
It can’t be, but I know…
Stolen from me, so taken with you!
I hold the door, thoughts re-enter in.
Get out of my head!
It's treason, what's in my head.
What am I thinking?
Pass by, pass me by, but never leave.
