Spying On The Neighbours

And I watched a young woman die
Caught all my emotions off-guard
Living is a blur till you crash
You don't get a rest unless cardiac

Killing is a dream that I loved
Waking was a nightmare years ago
Murder is a human trait
I would kill to be with you this late

Baby, you're a classic at heart
Never used to care if we fell apart
I could feel you dance at the party
Even in the dark you were watching

Spying on the neighbours at home
They live in the penthouse up above
They stand at the windows and smoke
And they walk around with no clothes on



Credits
Writer(s): Raoul Maccamley
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