Meet me at the cornershop I'll show you it all
In the west-end pages with your google dirty fingers
Teardrop, bullets, all night
Baby, that's what it feels like when you come up for air
That's what it feels like when you come up for air
Whichever way you look it's indisposed or disgraced
Howling bloody murder but it's nothing just a murmur
Teardrop, bullets, all night
Baby....that's what it feels like when you come up for air
That's what it feels like when you come up for air
I've misplaced my future could I please borrow yours?
Anything you want to be the only thing you want from me
Teardrop, bullets, all night
So deep....that I think you might hit a reef
I think you low on oxygen
And you're too glad to leave
Grab my hand and hold me and breathe
Baby....that's what it feels like when you come up for air
That's what it feels like when you come up for air
Composição: Duran Duran / Simon LeBon / Tim Mosley
