How does it feel, when everyone surrounds you?
How do you deal, Do crowds make you feel lonely?
What do you say?
When people come and try to pin you down?
Aquaintainces smile, but that's no understanding.
How after a while, you keep falling off the same mountain.
Try to explain it, but nothing really gets that high.
Steal away in the morning, love's already history to you
Just a habit you're forming, this body's desperate for something new
Just a matter of feeling.
This moment's madness sure to pass
And tears will dry as you're leaving
Who knows you might find something to last..
Emotion's a game , saved up for a rainy Monday
But you laugh just the same, 'cause it's been pouring on Sunday;
Call up your numbers and never let the zeros let you down.
How does it feel?
Is time to heavy to hold, whatever you decide for the moment is holy,
whenever you slow down to see life is passing by.

Steal away in the morning, love's already history to you
Just a habit you're forming, this body's desperate for something new
Just a matter of feeling.
This moment's madness sure to pass
And tears will dry as you're leaving
Who knows you might find something to last..

(You can..)
Steal away in the morning, love's already history to you
Just a habit you're forming, this body's desperate for something new
Just a matter of feeling.
This moment's madness sure to pass
And tears will dry as you're leaving
Who knows you might find something to last..

A matter of feeling..
A matter of feeling..
A matter of feeling..
A matter of feeling..

Copyright: Tratore
Writer(s): JOHN NIGEL TAYLOR, NICK RHODES, SIMON JOHN CHARLES LE BON