Sleeper Hold - No Age

With passion he choose, why don’t you scream

With passion it’s cold, and nice to try

With passion he choose the one he’s like

With passion he’s ruined

With passion it’s true and what’s his name?

Inside home

I don’t wanna take a ride home

I shouldn’t make a bright one

And I sulk but a bright ones all I choose

With passion it’s true and what’s his name?

With passion it’s you