Capital Lights - Coldfront Heatstroke | Текст песни

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• Coldfront Heatstroke

I got a girl, she's the talk of the town.
I'm scared of wavering but she's scared of settling down.
We're one of a kind, but there's a catch.
I caught through the grapevine
That she's everything I'm not, no.

She's a pro and I'm a convict
Caught red-handed trying to hold on.
I've got a loose hand; can't get a grip.
She's on a power trip, tripping on my weakness.

Can't stand still when they're lighter than air.
You better bid farewell,
They're a goner with the wind.
I know a girl like that.
When I'm in she's out
And when I'm out she's in.

'Cause she's a cold front giving me a heat stroke.
She's a hit song ending on a weak note.
I go high, she goes low;
It's a long roller coaster ride.

She's a saint with a smile on a sunday.
Going out, getting wild on a monday.
Took two weeks to say Hello,
Now I'm too weak to say Goodbye.

She was honey, and I'm a bee.
I started dying away when I was forced to sting.
I'm buzzing around with no hope to heal
Until I drop like a fly.
Yeah, she's a true buzz kill.

She can't stand still when I'm lighter than air.
She better bid farewell,
Or I'm a goner with the wind.
Am I a guy like that?
It's easier said than making right ends meet in the end.

'Cause she's a cold front giving me a heat stroke.
She's a hit song ending on a weak note.
I go high, she goes low;
It's a long roller coaster ride.

She's a saint with a smile on a sunday.
Going out, getting wild on a monday.
Took two weeks to say Hello,
Now I'm too weak to say Goodbye.

I tried holding her close,
She said she just needed more time.
So I let her go; suddenly I was the bad guy
I think it's all just a game
That she's playing with my mind.
Like a soap opera twist, left me confused like

She forgot her lines in a scene that she wrote;
Plays an evil villan, calls herself a hero.
She feels secure and sound, and I
Feel like I'm losing my mind.

'Cause she's a cold front giving me a heat stroke.
She's a hit song ending on a weak note.
I go high, she goes low;
It's a long roller coaster ride.

She's a saint with a smile on a sunday.
Going out, getting wild on a monday.
Took two weeks to say Hello,
Now I'm too weak to say Goodbye.

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