Luyện nghe bài hát Sense

Ian Hall
I'm flying high on something and aimless,
it's got a name but I prefer to it nameless.
It comes and leaves me on a bed of splinters,
feels like I'm living in a town closed for winter.

The of Love,
the more you get, the you want,
and all because,
the only is just because.
It all Sense,
when near
it all Sense.

I'm high on tiptoes looking over fences,
for somebody like you to kiss me Senseless.
I've had a of faces drawn in sadness,
I to jump deep into tides of loving madness.