Snuff. I See / H.M. Trout. Zeneszám

A part of you, still haunting me
A part, I could never let go
A valentine's kiss
Softened voice on the telephone
Calling me home to what

I see, I need

A part of me still left with you
A part I could never return
The fabric's worn, getting torn
But somehow, keeps me warm for a while

I see, I need