Текст Alex Parks – Wandering Soul

I’m wanting your body
Your mind and soul for a moral-less state
Of that which I can’t get out of my
Endless thoughts of

The sharp edge of you
Cuts my voice
When I say your name
I’m thinkin’ that

I’m just a wandering soul
Waitin’ for someone to take hold
And I’d choose not to love you
I’ve been here too many times before

Reflection imagined
You’re one thing
In the front of my mind
Staring me into my blue eyes

The sharp edge of you
Cuts my voice
When I say your name
I’m thinkin’ that

I’m just a wandering soul
Waitin’ for someone to take hold
And I’d choose not to love you
I’ve been here too many times before

I’m just a wandering soul
Wandering, a wandering soul
Been here too many times before
Been here too many times before
I’m thinkin’ that

I’m just a wandering soul

I’m just a wandering soul
Waiting for someone to take hold
I’d choose not to love you
I’ve been here too many times before