9 acessos
I shouldn't have called so late last night,
all insecure, out of my mind.
I shoulda never left that message on your phone.
I shouldn't have said the things I said,
looking for love we left for dead
in a grave, without a stone.
As soon as you hear my voice,
don't hesitate,
put your finger on the button...
Erase!
My love.
I bet you can't erase!
My touch.
You're trying to replace,
a feeling without a name,
with somebody else's face,
in your head!
Everything's cool, your rent is paid;
the house is clean, your bed is made.
But it's a ghost town in your mind.
We never had time to go to sleep,
we'd wake up tangled in the sheets,
on a bed, that we called home.
When the pain won't go away,
you might as well,
put your finger on the trigger...
Erase!
My love.
I bet you can't erase!
My touch.
You're trying to replace,
a feeling without a name,
with somebody else's face,
in your head!
Erase!
Erase!
My love.
I bet you can't erase!
My touch.
You're trying to replace,
a feeling without a name,
with somebody else's face,
in your head!
Erase!
Erase!
You're trying to replace,
a feeling without a name,
with somebody else's face,
in your head!
Erase!...
Ohohoh...