Letras
Physical
Residues of your love
There's a girl I met
Who wears the same perfume you used to
Her scent is on my skin
And I can't seem to forget about you
Physical (physical, physical, physical)
Physical is where you are
I stood in line
At the supermarket
And no one looks like me
Like me
Physical
Why would war end
If leaders of the world love greed?
Love greed
More than a lot of assumptions
And we fly against the wind
Like doves in a tunnel
In a tunnel, tunnel
Physical
Residual of your love
Everything familiar
Voices trail off in the distance
Ties, they change
When you least expect them to, yeah
Spiritual