Edgewood Songtext
von Telekinesis

Here comes a feeling
You wanna fight but you don′t even try
Ooh, I wanna see it
The phantom limb is right at your side
You gotta feel it
The shock hits from your neck to your spine
You're staring at the ceiling
Some sort of crime, you gotta surmise


Hit me like a shockwave
Baby, forget where you are

Calling on the postman
To deliver the words you know I will write
Antiquated evenings
Sod a steak, what a brilliant surprise

Ooh, you gotta feel it
You′re gonna surmise, you're gonna surmise


We are, we are, we are, we are coming around
We are, we are, we are, we are coming around
We are, we are, we are, we are coming around
We are, we are, we are, we are coming around