Turn Of Tables

Thanks to you I can no longer trust

Thanks to you I can no longer trust

Spiritless can't reconstruct

I regret the loss of your touch you regret that my skin you touched

I regret the loss of your touch you regret that my skin you touched

When you turn the lights down low you see my face and that I know

All is lost the last hello nobody touches you like me gentle and slow

Touch me again like an enemy or friend I'm lacking your adrenaline

So let it commence you want to hate me so you just pretend that honesty

I still need to comprehend