Back down and touch, the door is shut
In the end you're just too close
There's no-one here, there's no-one there
I still can't tell, and if you'd better try this
And you might find, I'm in your place, I see your face
The air is cold, I'm still on hold
I still can't tell of what's been said
Your hands around my throat, ask me to let go
Your hands around my throat, your hands around my throat
Your hands around my throat