Lyrics The Cult of Romance - Fenech-Soler

The Cult of Romance

I feel decisions in my hand
Electric lights and airbrushed sights
The ones that seem so real
And I feel your pain
I feel your
I’ll see if you give a damn
I know your future like the lay of the land
You tell me my past with the palm of your hand
I’ll wait for you to fly me into space
I hope you don’t pretend to flick the switch and turn on waves of pain
I feel decisions in my hand
Electric lights and airbrushed sights
The ones that seem so real
And I feel your pain
I feel your
I feel electric through my veins
Tv screens and magazines
Tv screens
And I feel your heart pain
And I feel your heart pain
And I feel your heart pain
And I feel your heart pain
And I feel your heart pain
And I feel your heart pain
Oh I feel your