Tekstovi: Judd And Maggie. Subjects. A Subject I Am.

There is a cure for the ill in me
There's no luck no chance
About who I'm supposed to be
The wind blows pure
It's gotta come from somewhere
Against this grain I've never been so sure
That there is a cure I want inside of me I twist and pull I will never be an island
A subject I am
Won't you be mine too
I always knew I'd have to come
And lay my body down
In front of you

There is a point around which we revolve
Do you get the sense that something's about to fall
Well we dance so pure
We gotta start from somewhere
Against this grind I've never been so sure
That there is a cure I want inside of me

I twist and pull
I will never be an island
A subject I am
Won't you be mine too
I always knew I'd have to come
And lay my body down
In front of you

(Chorus)

Never be an island

(Thanks to Josh for these lyrics)