Pulled apart and driven to distraction On the beaten path from me to you
Just coz I'm leaving, it don't make a difference I call you at home on the day you start to listen We won't turn it round again Coz I'm only losing ground
Can you feel me touching you? I'm further and further away Can you feel me touching you? I'm further and further away Can you feel me touching you? I'm further and further away
I took my chance on a physical attraction I photographed you in the nude But the girl in the picture is a pure work of fiction The more that I stare the less you seem to listen We won't turn it round again Coz I'm only losing ground
Can you feel me touching you? I'm further and further away Can you feel me touching you? I'm further and further away Can you feel me touching you? I'm further and further away Coz I'm only losing ground
Compositores: Robert James Smith (Cure), Mark Treasure (Ghosts), Edward Jonathan Harris, Simon Maynard Pettigrew ECAD: Obra #25840492