Erase

I shouldn't have called so late last night, all insecure, out of my mind. I shouldn’t have 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... Refrão: 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... Refrão x3