(poole/martin/poole)



Losing my senses

When you look at me

I think that you feel it too

But you're playing hard to get with me

Sometimes i'm wise

And sometimes otherwise

Why should we be afraid of anything?



Strange we can't trust our wild dreams

We play with fire



But just as you're touching me

Our army of fools march in

Just as you're kissing me

Our army of fools march in



We're getting high from just wondering

What if we die before we

Ever have the sense to start this thing?

I'll shoulder your demons if you'll accept mine

So nothing gets in our way



Strange we can't trust our wild dreams

We play with fire



But just as you're touching me

Our army of fools march in

Just as you're kissing me

Our army of fools march in



Ooh ooh just as you are

Just as you are






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