Tekstovi: Sloan. Four Nights At The Palais Royale. I Can Feel It.

She came running
I hate everything that came before me
Crushed, I'm breaking under the crush

Don't ignore me
'Cause you know I can always make it louder
Three, three is nothing out of ten

But you've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you too
You can have it, you can have it

I've been running
Just to get away from what's inside me
Rush, I'm drowning under the rush

Happy birthday
To the best brother in the world
Hooray, at least I'm still cool to one girl

But you've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you too
You can have it, you can have it

You've got a thing for me
I can feel it, I can feel it
And I've got a thing for you too
You can have it

No strings attached, no copy to match
No drift to catch, no plans to hatch
No itch to scratch, just infatuation is all you need

You could tell a million lies
And I'd think they all were true
Trust, that's my trust in you

It's what I value and it's what I refuse to lose
You've got a thing for me
And I've got a thing for you too