Contact

All I see is the part I believe, straying from me
waited for you in a canle lit seat, as we planned to
getting under, can't shrug it off, the hurt is worth it
it's gone seductive, taking a toll, my blood is surging.

Give me contact, something to lose, is worth getting lost to
Give me contact, something to lose is worth getting lost to.

The hollow need is a motivation, puling me down
I see you in the subtle ties that hold us now
Getting under, can't shrug it off, the hurt isn't worth it
it's gone seductive, taking a toll, my blood is surging.

Words & Music - Calum Macleod
Vocals/ Guitar - Calum Macleod
Drums - Calum Angus Macarthur
Bass - Jamie Gatensby
Recorded - 2005