Settled on that blood red carpet. Everything I ever wanted. Wonder if I’ll wake up as you put on your makeup and I sing songs about you from the bedroom.
Little hook and first verse started. Different from the ones that carved it. Fingers crossed, and toes, but I won’t get my hopes up. Just stick with what I know and what I’ve been through.
What if I’m a lost little face in the crowd? What if I don’t often enough work it out?
Whoa-o-oh Whoa-o-oh Can you hear the crowd go… Whoa-o-oh Whoa-o-oh Now I know it feels like home.
Through all the crazy things that happened I’ve been working like a mad man. I could use a rest though, I just want to save those hours up and use them when I need you.
What if I’m a lost little face in the crowd? What if I don’t often enough work it out? What if I don’t want this, but it’s moving so fast I can’t slow down.
Whoa-o-oh Whoa-o-oh Can you hear the crowd go… Whoa-o-oh Whoa-o-oh Now I know it feels like home. Lost in treble, beat, bass, tone. Thought that I had lost it but I found it rusted, cleaned it up and brought it home.
For all the weight I carry on my shoulders, it’s dragging me back down to earth…
Whoa-o-oh Whoa-o-oh Can you hear the crowd go… Whoa-o-oh Whoa-o-oh Now I know it feels like home. Lost in treble, beat, bass, tone. Thought that I had lost it but I found it rusted, cleaned it up and brought it home.