Dangerous - M.I.N.E

Tell me, when push comes to shove,

Is there something called love,

Or a way to find the things that matter?

I know, that all that we do,

Is a picture of you,

And I don’t like what I see inside it.

Will I be on my own

With someone I know?

Now I’m lying on my bed

With you in my head…

Tell me, why it fits like a glove,

Never looked for a match,

Never tried to find someone that matters.

I know that all that we do,

Is to talk about you

And it feels like animal behavior.

Will I be on my own

With someone I know?

Now I’m lying on my bed

With you in my head…

It is dangerous,

When we talk of us,

When you’re lying with me

And we feel the lust

Will you hide your face

To keep it on our own?

Tell me, why it fits like a glove,

Never looked for a match,

Never tried to find someone that matters.

I know that all that we do,

Is trying to be quite amused

And I feel that I will keep it somehow.