TURN ME ROUND



HIGH TIME FOR A DETOUR

DIET OF STRANGE PLACES

Starving
I've got this hunger
Growling from deep within
Carving
Internal thunder
Oh, a craving that wears me thin

It's hard to ingest so many faces
I get my fill
But still, those passersby
Leave me empty on
A diet of strange places
It all should inhance my senses
Tell me why
Does the spice of loneliness
Seem all but tasteless
It lingers there
To haunt me from inside

It leaves me starving
I've got this hunger
Growling
From deep within
Carving internal thunder
Oh, a craving
That wears me thin

Many a trap are set and baited
With tension of temptation of the game
But ones who are fed
Are those who waited
Takes famine wide
Leaves it curbed and tame
Only time will find me home
And safely sated
But until that time
I'll remain...

Starving
I've got this hunger
Growling from deep within
Carving
An internal thunder
A craving that wears me thin
Oh, a craving
That wears me thin


GOT THE BULL BY THE HORNS