Testo di 'Sweetheart' di Allan Rayman

I'm running head down, not listening
Not listening, I don't see them
I hear fame is everything
I'm not famous
I'm running head down, not listening
Not listening, I don't see them
I hear fame is everything
I just don't want to be famous

Tied up and tangled, I feel
Gutted and strangled, they want me
Dried up and thirsty, I feel, oh no
Selfish and sexist, they want me
(How much?)
Take what you want from mine
Leave nothing for me for mine
Music is only for mine peace of mind
I'm losing mine
I'm losing, I'm losing mine

I'm running head down, not listening
Not listening, I don't see them
I hear fame is the thing
I'm not famous
I'm running head down, not listening
Not listening, I don't see them all
I hear fame is the thing
I just don't want to be famous

Can't say what you meant to me
What I'm meant to be
I don't like to think about it much these days
But I do trust me, I do trust me
More than that, it's more than me, it's more than you
It's more than you and I hate that
My whole world, you can take that
I've done too much I can't take back
Well, it's this life and I face that
It's a scary thought, let's face facts
Like loose ends, loose friends, conversations that don't end
Phone calls, missed texts, no interest, just quick sex
All mixed up with the wrong crowd
Got cult figures all looking down
Next move will bring 'em all around
When they see roadhouse his feet on the ground
Oh, oh no
I'll have my love and they'll have my sound

Well, I drink spirits to the ghost in the room
I'll have my love and they'll have my sound
It's too much, it's too much, it's too much for me
Now I'm lost in the drinks and I'm sweating
2 more years 'til 27