You ask for so much and give so little

I feel like I'm caught, just one in the middle

You're still afraid of what I can see here

My need for another turns into amnesia

A ghost walking past, a caution to settle

A reason to see, without seeing a medal

That ring on you finger still lasts a while longer

While we find ourselves broken asunder

You ask for so much and give so little

I feel like I'm caught, just one in the middle

You're still afraid of what I can see here

My need for another turns into amnesia

A ghost walking past, a caution to settle

A reason to see, without seeing a medal

That ring on you finger still lasts a while longer

While we find ourselves broken asunder