Lost the words, it ain't my way,
Takes some a breath what takes me twenty-five years to say,
Baby, you're my favourite rolling stone,
Elvis left the building,
I have never been so alone.

Come on and show me how it feels,
Come on and show me how it feels,
Can we make it last' Can we make it real'
Come on and show me how it feels.

It's only me in this flimsy dress, yes,
I could spread this love from the east to the west,
The bed is made, the world's a mess,
Maybe we've got it backwards,
Maybe we should just care less.

Come on and show me how it feels,
Come on and show me how it feels,
Can we make it last' Can we make it real'
Come on and show me how it feels.

I close my eyes, I see your face,
Every inch of your skin I begin to retrace,
So let me be the voice inside your head,
Listen to me whisper,
We can sleep when we're dead.

Come on and show me how it feels,
Come on and show me how it feels,
Can we make it last' Can we make it real'
Come on and show me how it feels.