I thought I was over you I put out the flame Said tonight would be different I wouldn't need to play your games I walk past your tower block Saw a flick in the blinds I said tonight would be different And that I would walk on by
But here I am Running up the seventh floor Knocking the eleventh door I'ma sick of trying I'ma sick of trying Baby could you love me some more Baby could you love me some more
Told myself I's a prisoner And I've broken my chains That I could be anyone I'd run a thousand miles away And I imagine America Somewhere as far Someplace with no memories That couldn't cut my heart
But here I am Running up the seventh floor Knocking the eleventh door I'ma sick of trying I'ma sick of trying Baby could you love me some more? Baby could you love me some more? Baby could you love me some more? Baby could you love me some more?
Cause I'm going out my head here, darling Going out my head here, darling Going out my head here, darling Going out my head here, darling
But here I am Running up the seventh floor Knocking the eleventh door Saying what I've said before Baby could you love me some more? (I'm going out my head here, darling, I'm going out my head here, darling) Baby could you love me some more? (I'm going out my head here, darling, I'm going out my head here, darling) I'm going out my head here, darling I'm going out my head
Compositores: Andrew William Burrows (Andrew Burrows) (PRS), Tom Peter Odell (Tom Odell) (PRS)Editores: Strictly Confidential Ltd (PRS), Albert Gate Court Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2016 (16/Mai) e lançado em 2016 (10/Jan)ECAD verificado obra #14515793 e fonograma #27902229 em 20/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM