Dead Century - Wildlife

Meet me in the hotel bar

Where I’ve been waiting for years

When you sit next to me

Don’t say anything

Hand me a drink and disappear

Woo-hoo

I’ll be calling

I’ll come cold

Somethings forgotten

In the dead century

Always forgotten, baby

You hold out for me

Oh-oh-oooh

Long as I’m breathing

I won’t see you

I’m sleeping with a crystal ball

Our teeth are tighter now

Our fists are wider

All I need is one more mile

And then I’m off for home

Woo-hoo

I’ll be calling

I’ll come cold

Somethings forgotten

In the dead century

Always forgotten, baby

You hold out for me

It’s hard to try

Let it on

Your back in sunlight

I’ll come calling

I’ll come cold

Somethings forgotten

In the dead century

Always forgotten, baby

You hold out for me

Oh-oh-oooh

I’m coming north from here