
Date of issue: 24.01.2019
Song language: English
Two Nights |
I spent two nights in K-town, two nights in Brixton |
Then to my ex’s to see if I missed him |
Contemplating the wastemen I’m dating |
And should I cut it out? |
'Cause I’m coming to terms with my alter ego |
Packed my pride and shelved my libido |
Stopped my searchin', it’s me that I’m hurtin' |
And there’s no room for doubt |
I promised myself |
I’d keep from his help |
Don’t need no one else |
Just 'cause I’m afraid of lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-vin' |
Don’t mean I don’t wanna lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve him |
Runnin' circles with no shame |
(With no shame, with no shame) |
But always comin' home to no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-thin' |
So then I’m runnin' through East Street with emotional baggage |
Asked a man if he’d give me a hand please |
Holds it up and says, «Where is this weight from?» |
Told him it’s years of accepting the cheap love |
Little did I know he was a veteran |
Little did I know he’d find my hand again |
Chasin' up the South with some cherry wine |
It’s looking like there’s something in the air tonight |
I promised myself |
I’d keep from his help |
Don’t need no one else |
Just 'cause I’m afraid of lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-vin' |
Don’t mean I don’t wanna lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve him |
Runnin' circles with no shame |
(With no shame, with no shame) |
But always comin' home to no-thin' |
Just 'cause I’m afraid of lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-vin' |
Don’t mean I don’t wanna lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-ve him |
Runnin' circles with no shame |
(With no shame, with no shame) |
But always comin' home to no-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-thin' |
Runnin' circles with no shame |
(With no shame, with no shame) |
But always comin' home to no-thin' |