Sam Brookes - Numb

At my worst I'm a terrorist of love
At my best i'm the king of compassion
From a long line of doing it wrong
I strike a melody to see me right

Oh where is my love
For I won't be coming home tonight

In a maze of indecision
And a drought of action in the mind
From a long line of doing it wrong
I strike a melody to see me right

Oh where is my love
Does she think of me in the dead of the night
Oh where is my love
For I won't be coming home tonight

The dawn sings a chorus to me
Says the sun is coming for you and me
Our dreams will all unfold, pick the thread up
And sew sews sew sew sew sew sew sew sew

From a long line of doing it wrong
I strike a melody to see me right
From a long line of doing it wrong
I strike a melody to see mee right

Oh where is my love
Does she think of me in the dead of night
Oh where is my love
For I won't be coming home tonight

Written by:
SAM BROOKES

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Lyrics © Faber Music, Royalty Network

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