9 acessos
Counting 1,2,3,4
Consequence can bear resemblance
To a swinging door
The way I'm acting is ridiculous
Like a dog in heat - following and sniffing your tail
What is wrong with me?
I know, I know
Cos your'e a delicate feather that swings in the air
It's a vision I carousel…sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful you're a
Bubble in my hand
So we stole a car, for some release
But we didn't get far - cos I couldn't drive
And I made up words, for some release
Cos all we could say was gibberish slurs
And I distanced myself, for some release
Then developed my love for you, when I couldn't sleep
Counting 1,2,3,4
The times I couldn't breathe when I kissed you
Wanting more and more
I never felt this way before
Really something new
Or really something deliciously dangerous
And it's only you
But you're wild, you're wild
Cos your'e a delicate feather that swings in the air
It's a vision I carousel…sorry if I stare
And I have to be careful you're a
Bubble in my hand
So we stole a car, for some release
But we didn't get far - cos I couldn't drive
And I made up words, for some release
Cos all we could say was gibberish slurs
And I distanced myself, for some release
Then developed my love for you, when I couldn't sleep
Uh whoa, uh whoa
When I couldn't sleep
Uh whoa, uh whoa, uh whoa-oh
When I couldn't sleep at night (x7)
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