Numb - Sam Brookes

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