The Cardigans
Música y Letras: Nina Persson, Peter Svensson
I wonder what it's like seeing through your eyes.
You've offered me to have a try but I was always late.
The filters that I use give me an excuse.
I take away what's real, I feel it and it blows my fuse.
I hang around for another round,
I'm hanging around for another round,
I'm hanging on to the same old song,
I hang around for another round
until something stops me.
I wonder what it's like walking by your side,
to think before I talk and to move at the same speed as you walk.
I wanna have a way to keep me in your state.
I'm watching from above, I love it but it's not for me.
I hang around for another round,
I'm hanging around for another round,
I'm hanging on to the same old song,
I hang around for another round
until something stops me.
I hang around,
I hang around
until something stops me.
Música y Letras: Nina Persson, Peter Svensson
I wonder what it's like seeing through your eyes.
You've offered me to have a try but I was always late.
The filters that I use give me an excuse.
I take away what's real, I feel it and it blows my fuse.
I hang around for another round,
I'm hanging around for another round,
I'm hanging on to the same old song,
I hang around for another round
until something stops me.
I wonder what it's like walking by your side,
to think before I talk and to move at the same speed as you walk.
I wanna have a way to keep me in your state.
I'm watching from above, I love it but it's not for me.
I hang around for another round,
I'm hanging around for another round,
I'm hanging on to the same old song,
I hang around for another round
until something stops me.
I hang around,
I hang around
until something stops me.
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