I see the ring on your finger
Just as your hand touches mine
One of these things is a promise
One of these things is a lie
I never thought of myself as
Never thought I was that kind
I turn around and there's no solid ground
Every delicate plan unwinds
What am I doing here?
I can hardly say
Oh! What a perfect trap
Set me free to stay
Let's light a fire, break down the dark
Let's make the whole world seem small
Shut all the windows, the night is too cold
Why should we go out at all?
I didn't know I'd been waiting
Losing the months of the year
All of the edges are fading
Just as the picture comes oh so clear
What am I doing here?
I can hardly say
Oh! What a perfect trap
Set me free to stay
What am I doing here?
I can hardly say
Oh! What a perfect trap
Set me free to stay