Lyrics

Here comes the feeling You wanna fight but you don't even try Ooh, i wanna see it Your phantom limb is right at your side You got a feeling The shock hits from neck to your spine You're staring at the ceiling It's some sorta crime You gotta surmise It hit me like a shockwave Bury your head and forget where you are Calling all the postmen Deliver the words that no one will write Antiquated evenings Soft state but a brilliant surprise Ooh, you gotta feel it You're gonna surmise, you're gonna surmise We are, we are, we are We are coming around We are, we are, we are We are coming around We are, we are, we are We are coming around We are, we are, we are We are coming around