A gleam of paper I see you stare,
A blear of white as I come near.
I live desire when you talk to me,
But what is this supposed to be?

All the paper in the world,
All the act won't get you girl.
Act myself and I might win,
But I don't know where to begin.

There's this hole it's deep depression,
I'm dragged in by my obsession,
Should I return?
Return to you?
Should I return?
Return to you?

I can hear emotions ring,
You can make my feelings sing,
You're touching lightly on my mind,
You are what I had to find.

There's this hole it's deep depression,
I'm dragged in by my obsession,
Should I return?
Return to you?
Should I return?
Return to you?
Should I return?
Return to you?