Of Scorpions & Bells

I know that my grip was a little too tight
But from where I was coming you were the only thing right
I guess I'm sorry for that.

But if you think these bars of love you have forged
Will keep me here locked up, and waiting, and yours
Baby' you're wrong.

Baby I'm leaving.

Now, decide what you need, a guide or a thief
Someone to hold you or sharpen your teeth
I ain't waiting to find out

Cause I think you're blind and I think you're deaf
And touching is the only sense you've got left
Well, good luck with that.

Baby I'm leaving.