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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Parsons
Composer
Lyrics
If anyone is looking for me
I'm the one with his head in the bass bins
The lunatic
I'm the boy with his head in the bass bins
I don't know if there's still
Day or tomorrow or sometimes
Inside and outside
Feeling the noise
I know when she's looking for me
Something is wrong between us
On the dance floor under the floodlights
I might as well be from Venus
I don't care if all your
Savage dreams have gone to rust
Leave me alone
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts
And conversations
I sing a note, I hear it again
There's an echo in here somewhere
I'm king for an hour in this uniform
I know my place in the crowd
I understand
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Feeling the noise
Written by: Steve Parsons
