Fascinated - Conor
Seems to be no one, nothing left
Inside me to give to you
Seems to be no one, nothing left
Inside me to give to you
She has one thing in common,
Common with herself
She's quite, quite certain
She likes, likes no one else
She'll love him if it kills him, kill him if he doesn't
Reciprocate and fill her void
I'm not flattering you, I'm not flattering you
And she's following him, out to his car
He picks up his pace
Never seems to get very far
She's always staring, isolated, looking agitated
She's so fascinated with him
Seems to be no one, nothing left
Inside me to give to you
Seems to be no one, nothing left
Inside me to give to you
She has her mind on a string
Seems to bring her back again, again to you
It's no soap on a rope, if you can imagine
You might prefer the later well
I'm not flattering you, I'm not flattering you
Chorus
Seems to be no one else theres nothing left
I have no smiles inside me to give to you
Seems to be no one else theres nothing left
I have no smiles inside me to give to you
