Little May - Hide / Little May - Boardwalks

I feel so haunted in your bed Is it me or is it her, that's in your head. And you found it, but you drowned it, and you washed it clean Feed me words while you had her between your sheets

Cause' we are not afraid of who we are but of what we have become, And we are not afraid of what's to be when this road has just begun, So we will turn our backs and close the doors for the last time,