Old habits are calling, from dusk till the morning
But it always seems as if the hardest thing to
do is to turn away again and break from the past
Something that's hurting, tirelessly stirring
Well there's be something in the air
Unknown and unnerving, constantly yearning
And it's got me tossing,
turning from the side to side from left to right again
I'm gripped by the past...
And I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel that...
I've been, tiring of these pieces from...
Our pasts...
Forcing futures out of our hands
Hiding out of view until now, cos it seems as if we're bound together
I've been, tiring of these pieces from...
Our pasts...
Forcing futures out of our hands
Hiding out of view until now, cos it seems as if we're bound together
