Hanging Around
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 want to have a weight
to keep me in your state
I′m watching from above
I love it but it′s not for me
@ The Cardigans