James Bay - Craving Lyrics

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Craving

Craving Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Craving By James Bay?
Walking through the traffic on a Monday
In the town I grew up Shelter from the rain in every doorway It's dark and everyone's numb Kids are making faces in the bus lane But nobody looks up Everyone's life the same as yesterday Just like the ticking of clocks And I'm craving, craving, craving something I can feel Where do I go, what do I need, is it ecstasy or is it fear? Am I on my own, am I even close 'Cause I'm craving, still craving something I can feel Never thought the night could get so lonely 'Til she called me up Never thought these streets could've outgrown me I guess it wasn't enough So I put my faith in everyone around me Then she sold all my stuff Sheer and wild abandon that's all I need And someone I can trust 'Cause I'm craving, craving, craving something I can feel Where do I go, what do I need, is it ecstasy or is it fear? Am I on my own, am I even close 'Cause I'm craving, still craving something I can feel Take me far from streets and roads Lead me out in the night Don't show me the way back home 'Cause I Yes I'm craving, craving, craving something I can feel Where do I go, what do I need, is it ecstasy or is it fear? Am I on my own, am I even close 'Cause I'm craving, still craving something I can feel Craving something I can feel Craving something I can feel Craving I'm craving something I can feel |
Who Wrote Craving By James Bay?
Iain Denis Archer, James Michael Bay
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