Damaged People (Instrumental)
by akon
We’re damaged people
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of
Drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls
Playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of
When you’re in my arms
The world makes sense
There is no pretence
And you’re crying
When you’re by my side
There is no defence
I forget to sense I’m dying
The world makes sense
There is no pretence
And you’re crying
When you’re by my side
There is no defence
I forget to sense I’m dying
We’re damaged people
Praying for something
That doesn’t come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us
Praying for something
That doesn’t come from somewhere deep inside us
Depraved souls
Trusting in the one thing
The one thing that this life has not denied us
When I feel the warmth of your very soul
I forget I’m cold
And crying
When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget I’m old
And dying
I forget I’m cold
And crying
When your lips touch mine
And I lose control
I forget I’m old
And dying