These four walls have boxed me in,
I can t seem to scream,
When it s crisper to whisper,
And I can tell from inside this cell,
When you don t show,
It s time to go,

Don t turn around,
I can tell from the sound,
That we re losing some ground,
A new way to burn,
Such a vicious turn,
My chapter in her story she puts down,

And from something so clear,
Could you make something so dear?
But you re only ideal,
Whenever he feels,
And I m fuelled by bad vibes,
When he s by your side,
With all your kisses that he steals,

Don t turn around,
I can tell from the sound,
That we re losing some ground,
A new way to burn,
Such a vicious turn,
My chapter in her story she puts down,

I can tell from your tongue,
That something s gone wrong,
Why try to let me down really slow,
When I m falling so fast,
Because I can t let this go,

Don t turn around,
I can tell from the sound,
That we re losing some ground,
A new way to burn,
Such a vicious turn,
My chapter in her story she puts down,

Now from a look that s so stern,
From what you have heard,
Finally I can put you down,
And push all this aside,
Saving my self from walking around to you,

Don t turn around,
I can tell from the sound,
That we ve lost some ground,
A new way we ve learned,
Such a gracious turn,
As my story book burns