Old habits are calling, from dusk till the morning But it always seems as if the hardest thing to Do is to turn away again and break from the past Something that's hurting, tirelessly stirring Well there's be something in the air Unknown and unnerving, constantly yearning And it's got me tossing, Turning from the side to side from left to right again I'm gripped by the past... And I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel that... I've been, tiring of these pieces from... Our pasts... Forcing futures out of our hands Hiding out of view until now, cos it seems as if we're bound together I've been, tiring of these pieces from... Our pasts... Forcing futures out of our hands Hiding out of view until now, cos it seems as if we're bound together