Does it fit to think
Maybe youâ??re the one to blame
Donâ??t even try to call them out

Just give a little time to find yourself
In spite of all your clues
Maybe you just play the fool.

Iâ??m breathless
Waltzing after you
Haunted, under a blood red moon

Push him away
Try to keep the thoughts at bay
Unrecognisable you

Meet the demands
Of a rigid and cold popular view
You want someone to hold your hand.

But Iâ??m breathless
Waltzing after you
Haunted, under a blood red moon

Iâ??m holding out, Iâ??m holding out
Calling after you
Breathless, we move to our own tune.

Donâ??t have a point to make
But I argue all the time with only you
Beautiful you.

Iâ??m breathless
Waltzing after you
Haunted, under a blood red moon

Iâ??m holding out, Iâ??m holding out
Calling after you,
Breathless, we move to our own tune.