A Flock Of Seagulls
Transfer Affection

Hold on, hold on

I'm trying to transfer affection,
Trying to feel factor four.
Trying to change my direction,
To go where I was once before.

Don't try to tell me now that I'm out here on my own;
And there's no way to carry on.
Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide;
Nothing inside.

I'm trying to break all connections,
Burning a hole in my heart.
Trying to transfer affection
Is starting to tear me apart.

Don't try to tell me now that I'm out here on my own;
And there's no way to carry on.
Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide;
Nothing inside.

Don't try to tell me now that I'm out here on my own;
And there's no way to carry on.
Don't try to tell me that there's nothing left to hide;
Nothing inside.

I'm tired, but then on reflection,
It's so hard to open my eyes;
To try reaching out for affection,
It's so hard to break the disguise.

Hold on, hold on

Copyrights

Author: M. Score, A. Score, F. Maudsley, P. Reynolds
Composer: ?
Publisher: Zomba Productions Ltd.

More details

Published in: 1983
Language: English
Available on: The Best Of (1986)

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