Sense Lyrics by Baddiel Skinner And The Lightning Seeds
I'm flying high on something beautiful and aimless,
it's got a name but I prefer to call it nameless.
It comes and goes leaves me on a bed of splinters,
feels like I'm living in a town closed down for winter.
The taste of Love,
the
it's got a name but I prefer to call it nameless.
It comes and goes leaves me on a bed of splinters,
feels like I'm living in a town closed down for winter.
The taste of Love,
the