Feeder

Cold hands
Warm me
Mouth dry
She can't speak
She can't hide
She can't leave
She can't hold
What she needs
If you wanna go
You can always go
You can go
If you wanna leave
You can always leave
You can leave
Cold hands
Warm me
Mouth dry
Riding on the bus, riding on the bus
She's got the golden touch, got the golden touch
This city's in a rut, city's in a rut,
Riding on the bus
Old man
Tell me
Should I go
Should I leave
Live life
Find peace
Should I go