Push,
push,
push,
push.
Tell me we're alone,
that I'm the only one.
You're keeping your heart,
all of your secrets
lying pieces on the floor.
Caught in the corners of the rooms that you adore.
Don't care what I think,
why do you haunt me?
I always got my back against the wall.
Don't care what I think,
why do you haunt me?
I always got my back against the wall.
Roaming in the cold,
these hanging ropes I'm reaching,
taking their power.
Acting to fantasies of places I know,
like the ones we lost a long time ago.
Don't care what I think,
why do you haunt me?
I always got my back against the wall.
Don't care what I think, why do you haunt me?
I always got my back against the wall.
From any tree in the garden you may eat freely.
From the tree of knowledge of good and evil you shall not eat.
For in the day that you eat from it,
you will surely die.
She took from it its fruit,
and she ate.
She ate.
She ate.
She ate.
She ate.
She ate.
She ate.
She ate.
She ate.