Chase The Feeling - Wolfmother, Chris Cester

There’s no room in this city

Smokestacks burned my house, ain’t pretty

Show me you’re down to watch

And I will tell you 'bout what you’ve begun

Most days my nose is bloody

Most days I just think it’s funny

I sail across the oceans

And I fly into the night

I’m coming out

Of the darkness

To chase the feeling

Chase the feeling

To chase the feeling

Just gimme the feeling

Do you feel the angels, sonny?

They got a suitcase full of money

Got tickets for the show if you want

Something to believe in

It’s time, so get running

I don’t care if the end is coming

I sail across the oceans

And I fly into the night

I’m coming out

Of the darkness

To chase the feeling

Chase the feeling

To chase the feeling

Just gimme the feeling

Am I out of my mind?

Should’ve seen the signs

Where I’m going but I’ve been here before

Now I’m coming out of the darkness

To chase the feeling

Chase the, chase the, chase the feeling

To chase the feeling

To chase the feeling

To chase the feeling

Just gimme the feeling