Every time I go back home Something's wrong, there's something missing You're spinning away From me I don't bitch, no, I don't moan But I can't try to fight this anymore Our common ground Has shifted You're standing in the doorway With a look I used to know With all the best intentions Somehow, our cover's blown We're trapped inside this room With no window or rear view And now you're backing away from me Well, what can I do?
And if there was a pill We could take to find each other Would you drop with me? Would you follow me down? And if there was a leaf We could smoke to meet each other Would you blaze with me? Would you chase with me? It started as a joyride Just a way to let off steam But now we're running off the road 'Cause you're asleep at the wheel Which way do you choose? 'Cause right now I choose you Do you still think of me fondly? Do you still think of me?
I'm tryna broach the distance That's growing in our lives From the night until the morning Like we're on different drugs
Did I say too much? Did I take too much? The temptation to vacate Seduces us
I'm tryna beat the static That's living in our hearts Like white noise that's in the distance That will only drown us out
Did I say too much? Did I take too much? The temptation to vacate Seduces us, oh
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Writer/s: KELE OKEREKE, RUSSELL LISSACK
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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George Harrison's 1971 song "Bangla Desh" was the first major charity single. It was part of a concert held to bring relief to the people of Bangladesh, who were fighting for independence and suffering from a famine.