Testo
I've got you now
In the palm of my hand
This bit of cloth knows
She'll see right through you
The ghost that you are
This bit of cloth shows
I've got you now
In the palm of my hand
This is the wind
Your high horse is failing you
Blown over, shot down
This is the end
This is the end
I'm fighting my shadow
Like the setting sun
Losing everyday
Then hiding from everyone