Doubts

For all your doubts I will be strong.
The more you put me through
The more, I will belong to you.
And I long to be free from this apathy.
I'm sick of playing mind games
In your basement flat in Chelsea.

So tell me what you want from me
And I promise I will be
More than you need.

At the end of Hollywood Road you fell apart.
You could blame the cocaine,
You could, blame an empty heart.
But I long to be, long to belong.
I long to be, long to belong.

So tell me what you want from me
And I promise I will be
More than you need.

There is no substitute for love
No feeling
Tell me when you've had enough.
There is no substitute for love
No feeling
Tell me when you've had enough.
There is no substitute for love
No feeling
Tell me when you've had enough.
There is no substitute for love
No feeling
Tell me when you've had enough.

There is no substitute for love
No feeling
Tell me when you've had enough.
There is no substitute for love
No feeling
Tell me when you've had enough.
There is no substitute for love
No feeling
Tell me when you've had enough.
There is no substitute for love
No feeling
Tell me when you've had enough.