My love look me in the eye don't lie
I know someone said I aint your kind
Who knows that maybe their right
Do you feel it in your bones
And bones beneath your skin
And the blood that flows within
My love we're made of the same old stuff
Just look at how close we are
My love we're made of the same old stuff
Just look at how close we are
So what tell me what you got to hide
Do we all get pulled back sometimes
And the blood that flows within
My love we're made of the same old stuff
Just look at how close we are
Theres nothing more than bones and impressions now
Same old, same old, same old
Same old, same old, same old
WRITERS
CIARAN JEREMIAH, DANIEL SELLS, KEVIN JEREMIAH, PAUL STEWART, RICHARD JONES