Please explain why I’m thinking of her
She dominates my thoughts how can that be
I’ve tried reading books I’ve tried a cold shower
What the hell is it I simply can’t see.
It can’t be love so what can it be
I’ve had enough of not being able to see
I’ve had enough of not being able being free…
Living in a field of treason.
It can’t be love I don’t know her that well
When off the cuff I’m unable to tell
It can’t be love cause we ain’t going to hell…
Living in a field of treason.
Again explain why she’s inside my head
Driving me crazy and my head says explore
We both know each other but we’re both in the red
And I’m in too deep and I need to ignore.
Why has she that bit that beats me inside
I’m trying to relax and find who is me
How can she find bits of me I can’t find
She is my magic that’s setting me free.