Des Cortez - Little Giants - EP

Hotels

Heard your name whispered in passing
So fake and it's so faded
I'm jaded, I'm out of touch

Saying things you want to know
Your thick skin, bled right in
You got a tattoo just for something to show

Golden like the streets
You've got a hold on me
Your touch, the pressure

I passed that old hotel
That I know you know better than anyone could
Your breaking in your new mould
But some things never change
Your guard is up, we're right back where we started

Golden like the streets
You've got a hold on me
Your touch, the pressure
I keep pretending
I don't see
The weight behind your eyes
Only Melbourne knows my lies

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