Lyrics: Hervé Salters
Music: Hervé Salters
I know you're not so low, you didn't mean that though
I read it in your heart just so
A burst you can't contain, control you can't maintain
I feel it arising
Brought up upon a fist, your memories in a mist
You've driven up your dad's embrace
No glove and cap for you, only that hat for you
I feel it arising
The fuel is shootin' in, shootin' in The engine kickin' in, kickin' in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Your child's a sensation, you wanna take action
You wanna sing your affection
Except your dented heart doesn't know where to start
I feel it arising
Your daughter hates the teens
You can't cope with the scenes
You dig in deeper trenches
Solitude, confusion
Buried between your lungs
I feel it arising
The fuel is shootin' and shootin' in The engine kickin' and kickin' in
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa