Текст Hunters & Collectors – True Believers

I know your face, I’ve seen it before
A faded memory, a voice through the door
Tell me your name — are you friend or foe?
A star-crossed lover with nowhere to go

True believer you’re an open book
The stalls are empty everywhere you look
So long to a night well spent
You can’t remember where the money all went

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

Let’s go dancing in our Sunday clothes
Let’s raise a glass to the life we chose
Can’t believe after all these years
You’re still laughing — it brings me to tears

Sinking slowly — the champagne flowed
I was a child up until you showed
Don’t be ashamed — let there be no regrets
For the nights of madness we can’t forget

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

Tell me your name — I’ll keep you in mind
A true heart is the hardest to find
I know your face — I’ve seen it before
A faded memory at the nightclub door

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers

You only did it for the good times
One of the true believers
I know the pleasure that you live for
Must be the last of the self-deceivers

True Believers

True Believers

True Believers

True Believers