Texty:
Mark Owen In Your Own Time

on the ceiling Feeling, feeling Yeah, yeah, yeah If you are my karma Bit of sweet and sour Feel you put me under Boyfriend in a coma Bliss in your

was so caught up That I could barely move to stop you From having everything and more Do you pick me up to put me under Break me in so you can Choose your

ever wanted is here Is right here She is the rock I lean on So good, it scares me She's my condition My solution, my way back every time When the daylight

, I dig your music Stand out you're a chemical, (come on up) Sweet Lord, you're a miracle Chorus: And your eyes, Apologise for your wonder, Apologise for your style, And you kill with your

Shake my bones and curl my toes, Nobody does it better, Spilt my head up to the core And wrap me round your finger Take a look outside There is nowhere

I just need your love, And I want you back again, I want you back again You said that this isn't yet our time, So give me time, To get you back again

And I dont want to lose So I land at your feet. Won't you step on my bones Won't you let me in And I'll kiss your palm this time And hope that you will

She makes me sleep outside on the pavement, Spends my money, The lights are on but nobody's home, Now aint that funny, She likes to tell me when she'

so caught up that I could barely move, To stop you, From having everything and more Do you pick me up, To put me under Break me in, So you can choose your