Drew Smith - Melee (Fossils: 2007)
You want the truth, I don’t know what’s real You fight me off, I’m still nipping at your heels I could try, but the feeling won’t let go And you, my dear, will be hanging ‘round my door You need the truth, but some things aren’t up for sale You’ve felt me out, now you’re rushing by full sail I could try, but the feeling won’t let go And you, my dear, will be hanging ‘round my door All these bodies rush right through me It’s like I’m chased by ghosts And you, my dearest, choose to break the ones you love the most I could try, but the feeling won’t let go And you, my dear, will be hanging ‘round my door
I could try, but the feeling won’t let go And you, my dear, will be hanging ‘round my door