Richard Ashcroft - 75 Degrees

75 degrees
nothing is buggin me
keep whisper tree*
my baby and me
75 degrees
the killer in me
rushin through my veins
takin away my pain
over me under me within me
without me under me over me
i bite the hand that feed
i feed the hand that bite
everyone is strange
not everyones to blame
i cant wait for hell
to break the spell
it is here
in my feat to my toes above and down below
you know im afraid
you know im scared
and so are you and so is he and so is she
whats the point in tryna hide
give me a reason to breath
give me a reason to feel
i often wondered when it all went right
i often wondered when it all went right
i often wondered when it all went right
i often wondered when it all went right