Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Carlin Nicholson
Carlin Nicholson
Bass
Jessica Grassia
Jessica Grassia
Harmony Vocals
Mike O'Brien
Mike O'Brien
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael O'Brien
Michael O'Brien
Songwriter
Carlin Nicholson
Carlin Nicholson
Composer
Neil Quin
Neil Quin
Composer
Robert Drake
Robert Drake
Composer

Lyrics

Waiting for your chance to get away Planning your escape for days and days You can feel the earth under your feet You are like a dog who roams the streets And how does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? That you can't make them feel your love No, you can't make them feel your love, your love Even your own mother let you go Your sisters and your brothers gave up hope Friends you didn't have 'cause you were cruel And because you've never been to school And how does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? That you can't make them feel your love No, you can't make them feel your love, your love She got a letter from the postman You wrote to tell her you were safe That made her cry because she knows that Everything you've ever said was fake How does it feel? How does it feel? How does it feel? That you can't make them feel your love No, you can't make them feel your love, your love
Writer(s): Joel Peter Quartermain, Kavyen Beaton Temperley, Stuart Leslie Macleod Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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