I'm diving in your hair, I'm diving in your scent I'm surfing your moods, I am surfing 'till the end 'Cause the fever of anticipation's running through our veins 'Till I get its own connotation chasing its own remains
It never leaves me, comes to me once too often But I'm not the man who would want your act to soften So go ahead now
And I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't wanna know if you don't wanna show It's alright, alright, alright, alright It's alright to me, 'cause honey, I see You got to be free
Now I'm traveling, traveling, traveling all around But without you next to me, it just does not count I'm calling it out on the streets in all the wrong places Whoever's there to meet, I'm kissing all the wrong faces
It never leaves me, comes to me once too often But I'm not the man who would want your act to soften So go ahead now
And I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't I don't wanna know if you don't wanna to show It's alright, alright, alright, alright It's alright to me, 'cause honey, I see You got to be free
Compositores: Jinte Marc Luc Bernard Deprez, Maarten Jo Devoldere ECAD: Obra #22375156