Tribe - Radio Fantasy

Find me in the nicotine line

New suit no boots 'cause I read it before

The sign hanging there on the door

Shame me for the seventeenth time

I cried, can’t decide who needed you more

Think I’ll wait to see what’s in store

'Cause we are falling out of love

You finally call on a Saturday night

Does it feel right

Or should I find my tribe again?

We are running out of hugs

You finally call on a Saturday night

It doesn’t feel right

Guess I should find my tribe again, alright

Make time with the tip of your tongue

I sung you the song that you wanted to har

You said it was the song of the year

I pay for your crim;

well just look what you’ve done

Spilled milk on the silk from the chandelier

Better hope it doesn’t end in tears

'Cause we are falling out of love

You finally call on a Saturday night

Does it feel right

Or should I find my tribe again?

We are running out of hugs

You finally call on a Saturday night

It doesn’t feel right

Guess I should find my tribe again, alright

Alright

It’s a Saturday night

It doesn’t feel right

Guess I should find my tribe again, alright

Alright

It’s a Saturday night

It doesn’t feel right

Guess I should find my tribe again, alright