Feel The Envy — Franz Ferdinand

I can't seem to feel the envy I should feel Or maybe. I don't need the sour side of love Of love.

No, I don't care his breath is in your hair. Well, I don't care his skin is still between, Still on fold of your sheets. Send him away.

I don't mean to claim or own you Or maybe I would like to But I need whatever side of love Is there.

No, I don't care his breath is in your hair. Well, I don't care his skin is still between, Still on fold of your sheets, Still on fold of your sheets. Send him away.