3 acessos
sweaty palms and clutteredmind
slouch onthe couch with me
dizzy, nervous, we probably don'tdeserve it
we mightas well try and see
don't be afraid ofthe mess we made
do a littledance on the barricade
i heard yourlonely knock at the door
soglad you could make it
i'mno sure what i can do you for
but i'm good ican fake it, tonight
don't be afraid of the mess wemade
do alittle dance on the barricade
clear your throat andspeak your mind
don't hold backon me
didwe lose that ancient connection
killing time whenit moved too slow
another companionlost to the canyon
sunk to the bottomof the river below
i'venever seen you so down before
so nervousand churning
your little cloud is nowa lightning storm
the forest is burning,tonight