I wanted more of something else
The radio's on like all of the others
How would it feel to be a resident in somebody else’s home?
And how would it be to be a resident in somebody's home alone?
Shadows of red, say something to me
If that isn't love, then what would I be?
And how does it feel to be so imminent for somebody on their own?
And how does it feel to feel unstoppable in somebody else’s home?
And it's so unlike me to get carried away
And it's so unlike me to say what I have to say, oh
Here in the afternoon, nobody's watching
I'll move through another room, still looking for nothing
But I need more of everything else
The radio's on in somebody else's home
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
La-da-da-da-da-da
La-da-da-da
Ooh, ooh
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