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Walking through the traffic on a Monday
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In the town I grew up
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Shelter from the rain in every doorway
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It's dark and everyone's numb
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Kids are making faces in the bus lane
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But nobody looks up
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Everyone's life the same as yesterday
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Just like the ticking of clocks
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And I'm craving, craving, craving something I can feel
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Where do I go, what do I need, is it ecstasy or is it fear?
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Am I on my own, am I even close
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'Coz I'm craving, still craving something I can feel
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Never thought the night could get so lonely
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'til she called me up
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Never thought these streets could've out-grown me
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I guess it wasn't enough
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So I put my faith in everyone around me
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Then she sold all my stuff
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Sheer and wild abandon that's all I need
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And someone I can trust
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'Coz I'm craving, craving, craving something I can feel
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Where do I go, what do I need, is it ecstasy or is it fear?
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Am I on my own, am I even close
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'Coz I'm craving, still craving something I can feel
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Take me far from streets and roads
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Lead me out in the night
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Don't show me the way back home
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'Coz I
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Yes I'm craving, craving, craving something I can feel
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Where do I go, what do I need, is it ecstasy or is it fear?
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Am I on my own, am I even close
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'Coz I'm craving, still craving something I can feel
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Craving
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Craving something I can feel...
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