Lyrics

Heart ache
It's a delicate thing
You don't soon forget

And the darkness
Has a way about it
That lights up our secrets

When fear strikes
We are high
On electricity
Between you and I

This is melancholy
Holding my hand
With a grip like a gun

And a little man who's
Above the stage to
Remind me
Who Do You Love?

When fear strikes
We are high
On electricity
Between you and I

Who am I?
What am I...
supposed to do?

Who am I?
What am I...
supposed to do?

I confess
Your touch steals my breath

But, Who am I?
What am I...
supposed to do?

But, Who am I?
What am I...
supposed to do?