I shouldn't have called so late last night,

all insecure, out of my mind.

I shoulda never left that message on your phone.

I shouldn't have said the things I said,

looking for love we left for dead

in a grave, without a stone.



As soon as you hear my voice,

don't hesitate,

put your finger on the button...



Erase!

My love.

I bet you can't erase!

My touch.

You're trying to replace,

a feeling without a name,

with somebody else's face,

in your head!



Everything's cool, your rent is paid;

the house is clean, your bed is made.

But it's a ghost town in your mind.

We never had time to go to sleep,

we'd wake up tangled in the sheets,

on a bed, that we called home.

When the pain won't go away,

you might as well,

put your finger on the trigger...



Erase!

My love.

I bet you can't erase!

My touch.

You're trying to replace,

a feeling without a name,

with somebody else's face,

in your head!



Erase!

Erase!



My love.

I bet you can't erase!

My touch.

You're trying to replace,

a feeling without a name,

with somebody else's face,

in your head!



Erase!

Erase!



You're trying to replace,

a feeling without a name,

with somebody else's face,

in your head!



Erase!...

Ohohoh...