Does it fit
Maybe you're the one to blame
Don't even try to call them out
Just give a little time to find yourself
In spite of all your clues
Maybe you're just a fool
Breathless, waltzing after you
Haunted, under a blood red moon
Push 'em away, try to keep the thoughts at bay
Unrecognizable you
Meet the demands, of a rigid and cold popular view
Just want you to hold my hand
But I'm breathless, waltzing after you
Haunted, under a blood red moon
I'm holding out, holding out, calling after you
Breathless, we move to our own tune
I don't have a point to make
But I argue all the time with only you
Beautiful you
And I'm breathless, waltzing after you
Haunted, under a blood red moon
I'm holding out, holding out, calling after you
Breathless, we move to our own tune