Samo Is Now

You love me? You love me? Not especially I'm alone We all are, here You make me feel You make me wonder why I am feeling this way When she sees him come into the bar she's lurking at (There 'mo is now) He walks in, flips a quarter, plays a song, and that was that (Falling towards the ground) You had to be there to see, had to be there to see But it's killing me, I wonder how it must have been to feel, ooh (Are you in prison? No, the city is killing me) I wonder how it must have been to feel --- Samo Is Now - WILLOW