Grip - Inspiral Carpets

Pleasure leaves more scars than pain, it’s so hard to break your grip

It’s on those lips, the secrets lie where the truth was thin as ice

MEMORIES OF YOUR FACE KEEP A BITTER KIND OF TASTE

HOURS PASS AND WHEN THINGS CHANGE, ANOTHER DAY IS HERE

What we feel is felt inside, what we are must be denied

MEMORIES OF YOUR FACE KEEP A BITTER KIND OF TASTE

HOURS PASS AND WHEN THINGS CHANGE, ANOTHER DAY IS HERE

You may have seen this all before

But it’s so different when it’s you it’s happening to

MEMORIES OF YOUR FACE LEAVE A KIND OF BITTER TASTE

HOURS PASS AND WHEN THINGS CHANGE, ANOTHER DAY IS SEALED

You may have seen this once before, but it’s so different

When it’s you, it’s me, it’s you, it’s me, it’s you