Текст: Soundtrack Artists. Golden State.

You are the hole in my head
I am the pain in your neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am the aching in your heart

We are tangled
We are stolen
We are living where things are hidden

You are something in my eye
And I am the shiver down your spine
You are, oh the lick of my lips
I am on the tip o' your tongue

We are tangled
We are stolen
We are buried up to our necks in sand
We are love, we are fate
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
We are love, we are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away....


You are the dream in my nightmare
I am that falling sensation
You are my needles and pins
I am your hangover morning

We are tangled, we are stolen
We are living where things are hidden
We are love, we are fate
We are the feeling you get in the Golden State
We are love, we are hate
We are the feeling I get when you walk away
Walk away...walk away....

You are the hole in my head
You are the pain in my neck
You are the lump in my throat
I am...the aching in your heart.....