A Matter Of Time Radio Edit

Needles pierce into my Heart. My wrists and ankles Crucify me gently. Red threads Emanate from you. They capture, Paralyze me. And our breakup Is a matter of time. And our breakup Is a matter of time. And our breakup. We feel so good together. But from time to time, your glance reminds The end of our story has begun Right from the start. I feel, I feel. And our breakup, I feel Is a matter of time. And our breakup.