The Cult of Romance - Fenech-Soler

I feel decisions in my hand

Electric lights and airbrushed sights

The ones that seem so real

And I feel your pain

I feel your

I’ll see if you give a damn

I know your future like the lay of the land

You tell me my past with the palm of your hand

I’ll wait for you to fly me into space

I hope you don’t pretend to flick the switch and turn on waves of pain

I feel decisions in my hand

Electric lights and airbrushed sights

The ones that seem so real

And I feel your pain

I feel your

I feel electric through my veins

Tv screens and magazines

Tv screens

And I feel your heart pain

And I feel your heart pain

And I feel your heart pain

And I feel your heart pain

And I feel your heart pain

And I feel your heart pain

Oh I feel your