Keep Control, Lose Control
On a summer morning
This stupid kid
Was wandering around
While the city's still asleep
I know this kid so well
It was me
You looked so joyfull
When you caught my eye
What was going on afterwards
I can't describe
I'm afraid you won't be up
To the deamons I have to face
But you make it hard to keep control
Because you touched me right at the bottom of my soul
Overwhelmed and
Frightened to death
I behaved like
An adolescent kid
I'm afraid you won't be up...
Please forgive me if I treat you with reserve
Not what I want or what you'd deserve
But you make it hard...
© Klaus Dorninger
