Lirieke: Backyard Babies. Stockholm Syndrome. You Tell Me You Love Me You Lie.

When you burn out, there is no doubt
Nobody can hear you whine
So little space, it's in your face
Just draw the line then erase

I'm an armed detonator
A natural born separator
At the price of my time
At the price of my motivation too

Only when you tell me
You love me you lie
Only when you tell me
You love me you lie

You're really late, I cannot wait
I will not stay for the night
We separate and then we date
The last page, terminate

I'm an armed detonator
A natural born separator
At the price of my time
At the price of my motivation too

Only when you tell me
You love me you lie
Only when you tell me
You love me you lie

I'm an armed detonator
A natural born separator
At the price of my time
At the price of, at the price of
At the price of my motivation too

Only when you tell me
You love me you lie
Only when you tell me
You love me you lie

Can't make a promise
Last for life
Only when you tell me
You love me you lie

Only when you tell me
You love me you lie
Can't make a promise
Only when you do
Only when you do