It was the fear of God that led me to you And it's the fear of you that takes getting used to I've never been one to hang my heart on a thread But you spun me around and you loved me instead
I know I could turn to something other than you 'cause I don't understand you and why you're after me I've never been the saint you wanted me to turn to And I can't see the view from the eyes you look at me through, oh no
So cut below the surface and try hard not to notice That I could be so foolish thinkin' I'm alright I've got no one to hold me, I've got no one to carry Everything inside of me that I won't let you see
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