The Feeling Kind
I left for a living that I built myself
I thought of you, I called someone else
This is how it settles when the dust does roam
We never find out, we'd rather not know
Oh, honey, look alive
It's just human troubles in the modern times
You have got your worry, early death enough
No more other reasons, you got plenty of
But what if you just
Breathe the breath of the wanting life
Kiss the mouth of the feeling kind
Breathe the breath of the wanting life
Kiss the mouth of the feeling kind
I'll be dead leaving, uncertain as the morning
Well, maybe they can wake my ghost in New Orleans
Send all my best to all my beloved
I feed a sadness, think nothin' of it
Oh, honey, look alive
It's just human troubles, in the modern times
You have got your worry, early death enough
No more other reasons, you got plenty of
But what if you just
Breathe the breath of the wanting life
Kiss the mouth of the feeling kind (I could)
Breathe the breath of the wanting life (I should)
Kiss the mouth of the feeling kind
I'd be dead leaving, uncertain as the morning
Well, maybe they can wake my ghost in New Orleans
Send all my best to all my beloved
I feed a sadness, think nothin' of it
I thought of you, I called someone else
This is how it settles when the dust does roam
We never find out, we'd rather not know
Oh, honey, look alive
It's just human troubles in the modern times
You have got your worry, early death enough
No more other reasons, you got plenty of
But what if you just
Breathe the breath of the wanting life
Kiss the mouth of the feeling kind
Breathe the breath of the wanting life
Kiss the mouth of the feeling kind
I'll be dead leaving, uncertain as the morning
Well, maybe they can wake my ghost in New Orleans
Send all my best to all my beloved
I feed a sadness, think nothin' of it
Oh, honey, look alive
It's just human troubles, in the modern times
You have got your worry, early death enough
No more other reasons, you got plenty of
But what if you just
Breathe the breath of the wanting life
Kiss the mouth of the feeling kind (I could)
Breathe the breath of the wanting life (I should)
Kiss the mouth of the feeling kind
I'd be dead leaving, uncertain as the morning
Well, maybe they can wake my ghost in New Orleans
Send all my best to all my beloved
I feed a sadness, think nothin' of it
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Writer(s): Thao Bich Nguyen
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