Song | We Don't Own It |
Artist | Joan as Police Woman |
Album | Real Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
We don’t own it | |
You will know by the way | |
That he cuts his eyes | |
Looks away from the door | |
That walked in you | |
You will know it will go | |
Down in history | |
How sweet he was to you | |
And all the others | |
So hand it over | |
Cause we don't own it | |
It's in the mystery | |
Our silent fantasy | |
Cause i Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it's like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don't own it | |
All you know is the way | |
That he made you feel | |
He made you feel safe enough | |
To feel at all | |
It's all there in the moment | |
You understood | |
That he's not going on | |
And you're still going on | |
So hand it over | |
Cause we don't own it | |
It's in the mystery | |
Our silent fantasy | |
Cause I Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it's like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don't own it | |
It's his story | |
Our subtle jealousy | |
Cause i Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it's like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don't own it |
We don' t own it | |
You will know by the way | |
That he cuts his eyes | |
Looks away from the door | |
That walked in you | |
You will know it will go | |
Down in history | |
How sweet he was to you | |
And all the others | |
So hand it over | |
Cause we don' t own it | |
It' s in the mystery | |
Our silent fantasy | |
Cause i Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it' s like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don' t own it | |
All you know is the way | |
That he made you feel | |
He made you feel safe enough | |
To feel at all | |
It' s all there in the moment | |
You understood | |
That he' s not going on | |
And you' re still going on | |
So hand it over | |
Cause we don' t own it | |
It' s in the mystery | |
Our silent fantasy | |
Cause I Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it' s like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don' t own it | |
It' s his story | |
Our subtle jealousy | |
Cause i Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it' s like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don' t own it |
We don' t own it | |
You will know by the way | |
That he cuts his eyes | |
Looks away from the door | |
That walked in you | |
You will know it will go | |
Down in history | |
How sweet he was to you | |
And all the others | |
So hand it over | |
Cause we don' t own it | |
It' s in the mystery | |
Our silent fantasy | |
Cause i Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it' s like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don' t own it | |
All you know is the way | |
That he made you feel | |
He made you feel safe enough | |
To feel at all | |
It' s all there in the moment | |
You understood | |
That he' s not going on | |
And you' re still going on | |
So hand it over | |
Cause we don' t own it | |
It' s in the mystery | |
Our silent fantasy | |
Cause I Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it' s like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don' t own it | |
It' s his story | |
Our subtle jealousy | |
Cause i Nor you | |
Could ever | |
Know what it' s like | |
To have the night fall | |
And be felled by the night | |
No, we don' t own it |