Dead Century

Meet me in the hotel bar
Where I've been waiting for a year
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

It's all been forgotten
In the dead century
All is forgotten, baby
When you hold out for me, oh

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 light
And then I'm off for home

Woo-hoo
I'll be calling
I'll come cold

It's all been forgotten
In the dead century
All is forgotten, baby
When you hold out for me, oh

It's hard to try
Lay it on your back in sunlight
I'll come calling
I'll come cold

It's all been forgotten
In the dead century
All is forgotten, baby
When you hold out for me, oh

I'm calling out for you
I'm calling out for you
I'm calling out for you



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Povinsky, Christopher Dawe, Derek Bosomworth, Dwayne Christie, Nicholas Greaves
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