Tekster: Alfie. Other. Halfway Home.

Don't stop me breathing, I burn like an open wound just waiting to heal.
And heather low, I won't stop believing.
On my own, cos I still see her world from you.
Is this time believing?
It seems very cold, not everyday that you come along.
It's a matter of just ridding you.
Only time can trap every one.
The rain stopped me from leaving.
If you've got an alibi, then journey through the world.
I'm held down here, but I'll break through the ceiling.
Does this strike a reason in you?
Your beauty only spoils me on, cos I belong.