I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong 
I don't know why I take it out on you 
Could you dance to the black light of my glow 
Could you dance in the white light of the snow 

I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I'm wrong 
My hair recedes from the horns 

Could you dance to the black light of my glow 
Could you dance in the white light of the snow 

In other words, 
It takes what it takes. 

Got wrong, got wrong, got wrong. 
My hair recedes from the horns. 

In other words, 
It takes what it takes. 
In other words, 
It takes what it takes. 
In other words, 
It takes what it takes. 
To rely on another one. 
It's our last chance to help each other.