We're decadent beyond our means We've a zeal We feel the things they'll never feel
They're solemn in their wealth We're high in our poverty We see the things they'll never see
Wanderlust With us, the world feels voluptuous I just feel more with us It's a feeling that I've come to trust
Now that you answer to me I'll tell you how I want to feel!
Now that the walls have been broke I'll tell you how I wanna feel!
Wanderlust With us, the world feels voluptuous I just feel more with us It's a feeling that I've come to trust
It's a feeling that I've come to trust It's a feeling that I've come
Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck Funny how that little pound buys a lot of luck Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck In your mother tongue, what's the verb "to suck"?
Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck Funny how that little pound buys a lot of luck Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck In your mother tongue, what's the verb "to suck"?
Don't confuse me with someone who gives a fuck Funny how that little pound buys a lot of luck
Compositores: Ben Little, Christopher Robert Talbot, Hayden Norman Thorpe, Thomas William Fleming ECAD: Obra #10163894