The Chase

The more I pull, the more you push

In this dance we made

I lose my grip, your tongue gets tied

'Til we find our faith

And we don't know, where this thing goes

You drop your guard, and I implode

I'm going fast, you're going slow

I'm burning up, you're getting cold

I'm coming for you

Whether you want me to

I've already started

Running after you

I'm coming for you

Whether you want me to

I've already started

Running after you

You're letting go

You're letting go

You're letting

You're letting go

You're letting go

I'm coming for you

Whether you want me to

I've already started

Running after you

I'm coming for you

Whether you want me to

I've already started

Running after you