| Waitin' for your chance to get away | |
| Planning your escape for days and days | |
| You can feel the earth under your feet | |
| You are like a dog who roams the streets | |
| And how does it feel? | |
| How does it feel? How does it feel? | |
| That you can't make | |
| Them feel your love | |
| No, you can't make | |
| Them feel your love, your love | |
| Even your own mother let you go | |
| Your sisters and your brothers gave up hope | |
| Friends you didn't have 'cause you were cruel | |
| And because you've never been to school | |
| And how does it feel? | |
| How does it feel? | |
| How does it feel? | |
| That you can't make | |
| Them feel your love | |
| No, you can't make | |
| Them feel your love, your love | |
| She got a letter from the postman | |
| You wrote to tell her you were safe | |
| That made her cry because she knows that | |
| Everything you've ever said was fake | |
| How does it feel? | |
| How does it feel? | |
| How does it feel? | |
| That you can't make | |
| Them feel your love | |
| No, you can't make | |
| Them feel your love, your love |