City In A Rut - Feeder

Cold hands

Warm me

Mouth dry

She can’t speak

She can’t hide

She can’t leave

She can’t hold

What she needs

If you wanna go

You can always go

You can go

If you wanna leave

You can always leave

You can leave

Cold hands

Warm me

Mouth dry

Riding on the bus, riding on the bus

She’s got the golden touch, got the golden touch

This city’s in a rut, city’s in a rut

Riding on the bus

Old man

Tell me

Should I go

Should I leave

Live life

Find peace

Should I go

Riding on the bus, riding on the bus

She’s got the golden touch, got the golden touch

This city’s in a rut, city’s in a rut

Riding on the bus

She wants you

She wants me

She wants love

She’s got needs

She walks tall

She’s got soul

We all know

She’s got soul

She wants you

She wants me

She wants love

She’s got needs

She walks tall

She’s got soul

We all know

She’s got soul

Riding on the bus, riding on the bus

She’s got the golden touch, got the golden touch

This city’s in a rut, city’s in a rut

Riding on the bus

Riding on the bus, riding on the bus

She’s got the golden touch, got the golden touch

Riding on the bus, riding on the bus