The Milk — Wanderlust

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I keep my temper buried
Brooding in my sleep
That’s here I’m free to scream about the sadness that I keep
And the nightmares feed the nightmares
And the mornings I can’t bare
Cos now when I’m finished screaming I wake and you’re not there

As strange as it seems I’m the colors in between wanderlust
I guess it’s wanderlust
But the more I get to know the more I have to go wanderlust

Aah wanderlust, I guess its wanderlust
Aah wanderlust, I guess its wanderlust, wanderlust

You saved me from my father when he was at his worst
Gave me your bed to hide in
But when the roles got reversed
I dug another get away
But the real hole of despair
Its left inside my shallow heart now that your not there

As strange as it seems I’m the colors in between wanderlust
I guess it’s wanderlust
But the more I get to know the more I have to go wanderlust

Aah wanderlust, I guess its wanderlust
Aah wanderlust, I guess its wanderlust, wanderlust