You're the mouth, I've got nothing to say anymore It's a shame I know, we're perfectly in loathe Let's not say, you never give me anything I don't care, despite of what's right there And do I really need to tell you That I've got a twisted twin soul for you? I've got my palm out reaching for you You're the eyes, I've got nothing to see anymore To convince me enough to compromise my heart Let's not say, it's just a game again We both know we're perfectly in loathe And do I really need to tell you That I've got a twisted twin soul for you? I've got my palm out reaching for you