Déjà Vu -

Old habits are calling,

From dusk to the morning

Well it always seems as if the hardest thing to do’s to turn away again and

break from the past

Something that’s hurting

Tirelessly stirring

(well there’s something in the air)

Unknown and unnerving

Constantly yearning

And it’s got me tossing turning from the side to side from left to right again

I’m gripped by the past.

I can feel it

I can feel it

I can feel it

I can feel it

I’ve been tearing off these pieces from our past

forcing futures our of our hands

Hiding out of view until now

cos it seems as if we’re bound together

I’ve been tearing off these pieces from our past

forcing futures our of our hands

Hiding out of view until now

cos it seems as if we’re bound together

(na na na na na)

I’ve been tearing off these pieces from our past

forcing futures our of our hands

Hiding out of view until now

cos it seems as if we’re bound together

I’ve been tearing off these pieces from our past

forcing futures our of our hands

Hiding out of view until now

cos it seems as if we’re bound together