Counterpoint (En Route Mix)

Late at night, I'll run through streets and empty corridors
I'll find my counterpoint, inside a red room locked behind a door
I keep holding my head up, holding it up
Holding my head up, holding it up
But you just don't come back, around
It seems to me that we will never be
(Instrumental)
Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today
Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today
(Instrumental)
Tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today
Just tell me nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong today
(Instrumental)