Still stepping over me Little, he needs (Didn't he? How hadn't he?) Little, you may need
And you know how sometimes When your face gives right in to him You've chosen your life for your man, yea And look at your goals Standing at his feet (Didn't he? How hadn't he?) Sometimes he flailed
But you're glad he cares But you're glad he
And you died sometimes When your face gives right in to him You've chosen your life for your man, yea For him? For yourself? Futile, in love (Didn't he? How hadn't he?) Futile is this fever
And you died Did I see dark lines? So, what have you got now? Futile, in love (Didn't he? How hadn't he?) Futile is this fever
The spirit of life fires me now (x3) The spirit of life fires me
