That Feeling Songtext
von The Murder Capital

That feeling
I wear it like a face
Keep it for occasions when
A feeling can′t be traced

That feeling
Crushed between your legs
Dreaming in the soil for now
Caress to be misled

Then a whip cracked off your smile
And I noticed that you were waiting for me
Alone, 'cause it′s a vice
I'm told it's not enough to give you
Every, every, every, everything but time


That feeling
Swept across your cheeks
I don′t remember calling in for
An upset, jealous streak

That feeling
Oh, changed my foolish mind
It′s stranger than a vision of
Of strangers who combine

Then a whip cracked off your smile
And I noticed that you were waiting for me
Alone, 'cause it′s a vice
Come down off your cross, I'll give you
Every, every, every, everything but time

That feeling
That′s yours
That feeling
That's yours
That feeling
That feeling
That′s yours