Tekst Utworu

It's been seven hours long And your shadow still hangs on You've been two weeks gone And so tonight I followed you home There are so many different ways Of collecting all the strays The ones that get away Old fascinations, we crave new sensations Old fascinations, it's feeding my frustrations It's feeding my frustrations And I haven't got the patience These sheets are still warm This bed is our only home We make arrangements over the phone Where has all the conversation gone? There are so many different ways Of collecting all the strays The ones that get away Old fascinations, we crave new sensations Old fascinations, it's feeding my frustrations It's feeding my frustrations And I haven't got the patience Frustrations, sensations Fascinations, fascinations Frustrations, sensations Fascinations, fascinations Old fascinations, new sensations Old fascinations, new sensations Old fascinations, we crave new sensations Old fascinations, it's feeding my frustrations
Writer(s): Ben Langmaid, Elly Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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