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