Breathless - U.S. Royalty

Does it fit to think

Maybe you’re the one to blame

Don’t even try to call them out

Just give a little time to find yourself

In spite of all your clues

Maybe you just play the fool.

I’m breathless

Waltzing after you

Haunted, under a blood red moon

Push him away

Try to keep the thoughts at bay

Unrecognisable you

Meet the demands

Of a rigid and cold popular view

You want someone to hold your hand.

But I’m breathless

Waltzing after you

Haunted, under a blood red moon

I’m holding out, I’m holding out

Calling after you

Breathless, we move to our own tune.

Don’t have a point to make

But I argue all the time with only you

Beautiful you.

I’m breathless

Waltzing after you

Haunted, under a blood red moon

I’m holding out, I’m holding out

Calling after you,

Breathless, we move to our own tune.