Dead Century - Wildlife
Meet me in the hotel bar,
where I've been waiting for years.
When you sit next to me,
don't say anything.
Hand me a drink and disappear.
Woo-hoo
I'll be calling
I'll come cold.
Somethings forgotten
in the dead century.
Always forgotten, baby
you hold out for me.
Oh-oh-oooh.
Long as I'm breathing,
I won't see you.
I'm sleeping with a crystal ball.
Our teeth are tighter now,
our fists are wider.
All I need is one more mile,
and then I'm off for home.
Woo-hoo
I'll be calling
I'll come cold.
Somethings forgotten
in the dead century.
Always forgotten, baby
you hold out for me.
It's hard to try.
Let it on,
your back in sunlight.
I'll come calling
I'll come cold.
Somethings forgotten
in the dead century.
Always forgotten, baby
you hold out for me.
Oh-oh-oooh.
I'm coming north from here .
I'm coming north from here .
I'm coming north from here .