Woorden: Feeling. Twelve Stops & Home. Same Old Stuff.

My love, look me in the eye, don't lie
What's eating you inside
I know someone said I ain't your kind
Who knows that maybe their right

Do you feel it in your bones?
And bones beneath your skin
And the blood that flows within
I thought it was obvious

My love, we're made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff, it's not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

My love, we're made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff, it's not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

So what tell me what you got to hide
Do we all get pulled back sometimes
You feel cold, you feel so low
Just the same as I

I feel it in my bones
And I feel it in my skin
And the blood that flows within
I thought it was obvious

My love we're made of the same old stuff
Same old stuff, it's not hard
Just look at how close we are
Instead of how far

I did it your way
Don't push it, baby
There's nothing more
Than bones and impressions now

Same old, same old, same old
There's nothing more
Same old, same old, same old
There's nothing more

My love it's time
My love
Same old, same old
Same, same old