Two

What are the odds for you to stumble upon here?
What are the odds for you to know how I feel?

I fall and fall again, wondering did I even get back up.
How could one fall without standing?
I do not know.

Down and down my spirit went.
Demons sure know where you went.
Find me find me, I shout.
No, not with your voices to my head.

Fantasy and reality,
Whoa! They were never far.
But right now, right now baby, they are two different realms.

Let me out, let me out of this mess I shout.
But my head couldn't hear the voices from my lips.

Head to heart have such great distance,
But with you, they're never distant.

So tell me baby, was loving you wrong?