Grip

Pleasure leaves scars and pain
It's so hard to break your grip
It's on those lips, the secret's mine
Where the truth is thin as ice

Memories of your face
Leave a bitter kind of taste
Hours pass and when things change
Another day is sealed

What we feel is felt inside
What we are must be denied

Memories of your face
Leave a bitter kind of taste
Hours pass and when things change
Another day is sealed

You may have seen this all before
But it's so different when it's you it's happening to

Memories of your face
Leave a kind of bitter taste
Hours pass and when things change
Another day is sealed

You may have seen this once before
But it's so different when it's you
It's me, it's you, it's me, it's you