Enemy (Stabilo)

Overcome by the enemy, I run back up to my room, Where I find your ruins, And love, will you make a fool of me, You got me doing things, I never would believe. Overcome by the enemy, I run back up to my room, Where I find your ruins, And love, will you make a fool of me, You got me doing things, I never would believe. So open eyes behind enemy lines, Lie on my back and cross my fingers. This room is my gravity, Keeps me on the ground, When I have no weight. And trust, Have you been misleading us, 'cause I believed when you said, The enemy she is a friend. Lets make a toast, To our useless work, And our hopeless cause, To assess the damage of the loss. Lets make a toast, To our useless work, And our hopeless cause, To assess the damage of the loss