Concret2 Songtext
von Johnny Foreigner
Concret2 Songtext
What did you expect?
There was the feeling that I will never mean enough to anyone
To warrant the effort being put in
Do you remember the first time?
Songs that matter
The first ten seconds dragged me right back into the past
How I would listen to it as many times as I could
On those hour and six minute train journeys to your house
Grip so tight it almost feels physical
And I felt strangled
Then there′s the songs you used to cry yourself to sleep to
So many tears in the dark changing nothing Not just the 'lying on your bed sobbing your heart out′ tears
I cried. Harsh light, and sweat on my face
And the walk through your favourite city in the dark tears
How I walked that night in solitude
Looking into open space
And yes, I'm probably still a little bit bitter
But insert 'instead′
I spent days sat in the dark listening to it
You sit and you bawl ′cause then-
The feeling of love never conquers anything
And you feel like a desperate fucking cliche
Of course that club still plays it though
Shit faced at three in the morning
All the fucking time
But hey
Perhaps you don't really want to let go anyway
There was the feeling that I will never mean enough to anyone
To warrant the effort being put in
Do you remember the first time?
Songs that matter
The first ten seconds dragged me right back into the past
How I would listen to it as many times as I could
On those hour and six minute train journeys to your house
Grip so tight it almost feels physical
And I felt strangled
Then there′s the songs you used to cry yourself to sleep to
So many tears in the dark changing nothing Not just the 'lying on your bed sobbing your heart out′ tears
I cried. Harsh light, and sweat on my face
And the walk through your favourite city in the dark tears
How I walked that night in solitude
Looking into open space
And yes, I'm probably still a little bit bitter
But insert 'instead′
I spent days sat in the dark listening to it
You sit and you bawl ′cause then-
The feeling of love never conquers anything
And you feel like a desperate fucking cliche
Of course that club still plays it though
Shit faced at three in the morning
All the fucking time
But hey
Perhaps you don't really want to let go anyway
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