Testo: Blur. Inertia.

Fear of being left behind
Can take you over
Suddenly you will choke
Maybe it?s just a joke
I?m not sure of you

I can?t hear you now
There?s too much that?s going around
You seem a worried fool
So don?t think I?m cool
Makes me me unsure
Of you

Fear of being left alone
Can take you over
Slowly you will choke
And say it?s just a joke
I?m not sure - of you