Sam Brookes Numb
At my worst I'm a terrorist of love
At my best i'm the king of compassion
From a long line of doing it wrong
I strike a melody to see me right
Oh where is my love
For I won't be coming home tonight
In a maze of indecision
And a drought of action in the mind
From a long line of doing it wrong
I strike a melody to see me right
Oh where is my love
Does she think of me in the dead of the night
Oh where is my love
For I won't be coming home tonight
The dawn sings a to me
Says the sun is coming for you and me
Our dreams will all unfold, pick the thread up
And sew sews sew sew sew sew sew sew sew
From a long line of doing it wrong
I strike a melody to see me right
From a long line of doing it wrong
I strike a melody to see mee right
Oh where is my love
Does she think of me in the dead of night
Oh where is my love
For I won't be coming home tonight
