Sometimes I feel really glad Looking back at the fun we've had But sometimes I want so much more Than this tug of war I'm longing for Swinging scenes in magazines They're just distant dreams now
Some say it feels really bad When those vicious tongues, begin to wag But somehow all those paper lies Just anaesthetise the passers by The faceless clowns that put me down Don't bring me down
I'm lost inside this brain drain Taking me over Somehow, I get to play the fame game Lost inside this brain drain I used to long for
A call to action, a strange attraction
Somehow I'm not ready for Feeling bored and wanting more The radio plays like a uniform And dips you brains in chloroform They're so concerned The spoken word Seems so absurd
I'm lost inside this brain drain Taking me over Somehow, I get to play the fame game Lost inside this brain drain I used to long for
A call to action, a strange attraction It's never the way it goes Just in time, too late to know
I've realised I'm lost inside I'm mesmerised I'm lost inside this brain drain Taking me over Somehow, I get to play the fame game Lost inside this brain drain I used to long for
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Ian Zachary Broudie (PPL - I)Publicado em 2005 (27/Mar) e lançado em 1997 (01/Set)ECAD verificado fonograma #5746540 em 09/Abr/2024