It's the feeling I get My palms with sweat Like some kind of daydream I'll never forget I'm stuck in this spin Why does it begin By touching the edge of her skin
It's the feeling I get My palms with sweat Like some kind of daydream I'll never forget I'm stuck in this spin Why does it begin By touching the edge of her skin
There's some kind of light at the end Stoned, forgetful, and then I'm drinking what used to be sin And touching the edge of her skin
There's some kind of light at the end Stoned, forgetful, and then I'm drinking what used to be sin And touching the edge of her skin