Dead Century – Wildlife

Meet me in the hotel bar
Where I’ve been waiting for years
When you sit next to me
Don’t say anything
Hand me a drink and disappear
Woo-hoo

I’ll be calling
I’ll come cold

Somethings forgotten
In the dead century
Always forgotten, baby
You hold out for me
Oh-oh-oooh

Long as I’m breathing
I won’t see you
I’m sleeping with a crystal ball
Our teeth are tighter now
Our fists are wider
All I need is one more mile
And then I’m off for home

Woo-hoo
I’ll be calling
I’ll come cold

Somethings forgotten
In the dead century
Always forgotten, baby
You hold out for me

It’s hard to try
Let it on
Your back in sunlight

I’ll come calling
I’ll come cold

Somethings forgotten
In the dead century
Always forgotten, baby
You hold out for me
Oh-oh-oooh

I’m coming north from here