Whatcha doin' Whatcha doin' to my world Whatcha doin'
She's telling me she's got to believe That she can really hear the earthquake That she can truly feel the ground shake On her own She's frantic like a runaway thief Fault lines for the cracks in the pavement Damaging internal statements When she's on her own
She's fighting the flames just to cool down Riding the waves on the slowdown She's always been a fighter She's always been a fighter
Whatcha doin' Whatcha doin' to my world Whatcha doin'
She looks over her shoulder again Checking someone owns the voices No more options just hard choices On her own Paralyzed and powerless Feeling speeded up and crawling (feeling speeded up and crawling) Never hits the ground for falling When she's on her own
She's fighting the flames just to cool down Riding the waves on the slowdown She's always been a fighter She's always been a fighter
Fighting the flames just to cool down (whatcha doin') Riding the waves on the slowdown (whatcha doin') She's always been a fighter She's always been a fighter
Hopeless as the stars align To stop her slipping into the vortex She never really gets the context On her own
She's breaking the spell of her outrage Bending the bars of her own cage She's always been a fighter She's always been a fighter
Whatcha doin' Whatcha doin' to my world Whatcha doin' (Fighter)
She's fighting the flames just to cool down (just to cool down) Riding the waves on the slowdown (on the slowdown) She's always been a fighter (fighter) She's always been a fighter (fighter)
Compositores: Ian Richard Pickering, Liam Coverdale Howe (Coverdale Howe Liam), Chris Corner ECAD: Obra #21773464