Chasin' - Hanni El Khatib

I think Imma lose you

If I don’t start moving now

I know you hope I would

But maybe I’m just too proud

I keep on running runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin' runnin'

Back to the same old place.

But you keep gunnin' gunnin' gunnin' gunnin' gunnin'

Boy that got my face (?)

I just wanna taste — it

I just wanna taste — the sweat of your skin.

Chasin', chasin' after you

Chasin', even if you don’t want me to.

And time, swept away from every man

But my heart, fits right into your hand.

And just one squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze

You can make that thing bleed dry.

So please, please, please, please, please

Stop tearin' me up inside.

I just wanna taste

I just wanna taste — it

I just wanna taste

I just wanna taste

The sweat of your skin.

Chasin'

I’m chasin' after you, yeah

I’m chasin'

Even if you don’t want me to.

Chasin'

Chasin'

Chasin'