Song | Fightscene |
Artist | Daniel Knox |
Album | Evryman For Himself |
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When I felt your love begin to leave | |
I wondered what love had achieved | |
I wondered what I had at stake | |
An awful lot for nothing’s sake | |
When I felt your love begin to die | |
I tried to blind my wandering eye | |
I tore this little room apart | |
To shame my misbehaving heart | |
When I thought your love would bleed me dry | |
I carried on but god knows why | |
But why does man do anything? | |
Build castles or write songs to sing? | |
When I put your love in a closet box | |
And bound it up with chains and locks | |
Then threw the whole thing in the sea | |
It escaped and wandered back to me | |
When I felt the love between your legs | |
The kind of love that moans and begs | |
Then asks if you can stay the night | |
Only so to start a fight |
When I felt your love begin to leave | |
I wondered what love had achieved | |
I wondered what I had at stake | |
An awful lot for nothing' s sake | |
When I felt your love begin to die | |
I tried to blind my wandering eye | |
I tore this little room apart | |
To shame my misbehaving heart | |
When I thought your love would bleed me dry | |
I carried on but god knows why | |
But why does man do anything? | |
Build castles or write songs to sing? | |
When I put your love in a closet box | |
And bound it up with chains and locks | |
Then threw the whole thing in the sea | |
It escaped and wandered back to me | |
When I felt the love between your legs | |
The kind of love that moans and begs | |
Then asks if you can stay the night | |
Only so to start a fight |
When I felt your love begin to leave | |
I wondered what love had achieved | |
I wondered what I had at stake | |
An awful lot for nothing' s sake | |
When I felt your love begin to die | |
I tried to blind my wandering eye | |
I tore this little room apart | |
To shame my misbehaving heart | |
When I thought your love would bleed me dry | |
I carried on but god knows why | |
But why does man do anything? | |
Build castles or write songs to sing? | |
When I put your love in a closet box | |
And bound it up with chains and locks | |
Then threw the whole thing in the sea | |
It escaped and wandered back to me | |
When I felt the love between your legs | |
The kind of love that moans and begs | |
Then asks if you can stay the night | |
Only so to start a fight |