Letras:Concrete Blonde. Classic Masters. Walking in London.

This deja-vu feeling, I know quite well
This psychic confusion this living hell
A cosmic connection with someone somewhere
Is coming from your direction, I swear, I swear

And I?ve been running all this time and I?m running out of places to go
And I am oh so sick and tired of every face that I know
Everything I do, everything I say
Everything in my head, every night, every day

I?ve been east, I?ve been west, I?ve been north, I?ve been south
I feel your arms, I hear your voice, I feel your hands, I kiss your mouth

And I am walking in London and you are watching me walk
Talking Italian and you are hearing me talk
Singing in Sydney and you were sitting right there
Feeling you in me everywhere, everywhere

An invisible touch on the back of my neck
Fingerprints lingering warm breath
I?m either going insane or I?m a human wire
Receiving a signal desire, desire

And I?ve been running all this time and I?m running out of places to go
And I am just so sick and tired of every face that I know
Everything I do, everything I say
Everything in my head, every night, every day

I?ve been east, I?ve been west, I?ve been north, I?ve been south
I feel your arms, I hear your voice, I feel your hands, I kiss your mouth

Walking in London and you are watching me walk
Talking Italian and you are hearing me talk
Singing in Sydney and you were sitting right there
Feeling you in me everywhere, everywhere