The Primitives
Noose
Hands over my eyes
Skid into disaster
Life screeches on by
Swerving into love

Tied down to the track
Such a dangerous feeling
Sky turning to black
Thunderstorm of love

I can’t let go
I can’t let go
I can’t let go

Feed me to the sharks
Drop me in the ocean
Hold a blade to my heart
Sharpened with love

Noose tied to my throat
Drag me to the hilltop
Hanging on a rope
Tightened with love

I can't let go
I can't let go
I can't let go

Tied down to the track
Such a dangerous feeling
Sky turning to black
Thunderstorm of love

Noose tied to my throat
Drag me to the hilltop
Hanging on a rope
Tightened with love

I can't let go
I can't let go
I can't let go