Harboring a ghost And made into something I don't know (I don't know) You made me give up on myself Endlessly, endlessly Gang up on me, derail me You made me give up on myself And I never felt so self-conscious Manipulation's got hold of my conscious But I can't give up on myself, so... I'm taking back my hands Don't you tell me that you love me it's a trick romance I'm taking back my hands I'm taking back my hands You left them callused and exposed But they're my own hands (Mmm) I'm taking back my hands Taking them back, taking em' Hands (Hands) Hands (Hands) Hands (Hands) I'm wiser than you think And I refuse to let our souls re-link Cause I can't give up on myself Endlessly, endlessly Reach out for me, beg for me But I can't give up on myself, so... I'm taking back my hands Don't you tell me that you love me it's a trick romance I'm taking back my hands I'm taking back my hands You left them callused and exposed But they're my own hands (Mmm) I'm taking back my hands Taking them back... taking em' Hands (Hands) Hands (Hands) Hands (Hands) Hands (Hands) Hands (Hands) Hands (Hands) Hands... I'm taking back my hands Don't you tell me that you love me, it's a trick I'm taking my hands... Oh I'm taking back my hands They may be callused and exposed But they're (Mine) I'm taking back my... My hands (Taking them back)

If we give up before we ever fought If we only do what we are told And think we know it all, but never really learnt If we turn the page before the page has turned If we close doors, we never opened up If we don't really start a thing before we stop And never speak the truth although we do not lie If we're full of plans but never dare to try... Ghosts we are, made of flesh and bone With empty minds and hearts of stone The seed that was not meant to thrive Existing but not really alive Ghosts we are, though there's blood in our veins Born free we chose to live in chains Thought we were on our way, but in fact we weren't So we burned out, before we ever burned... If we take no risk, afraid that we might loose And neverever make a choice, but let the others choose If we don't love, afraid we won't be loved If we long for touch but keep our fingers gloved If we've got it good but even though feel bad And should be happy but always feel sad If we crash down before we tried to fly Then we are dead so long before we die Ghosts we are, made of flesh and bone With empty minds and hearts of stone The seed that was not meant to thrive Existing but not really alive Ghosts we are, though there' blood in our veins Born free we chose to live in chains Thought we were on our way, but in fact we weren't So we burned out before we ever burned...