Troye Sivan - Fun Touch Remix | Текст песни

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Glow is low and it’s dimming.
And the silence is ringing.
And I can almost feel your breath.
I can almost feel the rest.
Night is young and we’re living.
Hands move, moving steady.
And the time is moving slower.
I can feel we’re getting closer.
Closer, yeah.

Standing in the eye of the storm,
my eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips and the centre of eclipse in total darkness.
I, I reach out and touch.

Let's go have fun, you and me in the old Jeep
Ride around town with our rifles on the front seat
Fun, you and me in the Middle East
Shooting at rocks, bullets cocked in the midday
Son, you and me in the old Jeep
Ride around town with our rifles on the front seat
Fun, you and me in the Middle East
Shooting at rocks, bullets cocked in the midday

Son, listen to what I tell you
You'll see, my son
Now you know what you gotta do
Let's go have fun

And I need you to trust that I’m lost and we must get past all these rules.
We must choose to reach out and touch.

Let's go have fun, you and me in the old Jeep
Ride around town with our rifles on the front seat
Fun, you and me in the Middle East
Shooting at rocks, bullets cocked in the midday
Son, you and me in the old Jeep
Ride around town with our rifles on the front seat
Fun, you and me in the Middle East
Shooting at rocks, bullets cocked in the midday

Standing in the eye of the storm,
my eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips in the centre of eclipse in total darkness

I reach out and
Standing in the eye of the storm my eyes start to roll to the curl of your lips in the centre of eclipse in total darkness

I reach, I reach out and touch.

Fun, you and me in the Middle East
Shooting at rocks, bullets cocked in the midday
Son, you and me in the old Jeep
Ride around town with our rifles on the front seat
Fun, you and me in the Middle East
Shooting at rocks, bullets cocked in the midday
Fun, you and me in the old Jeep
Ride around town with our rifles on the front seat
Fun, you and me in the Middle East
Shooting at rocks, bullets cocked in the midday
Son, you and me in the old Jeep
Ride around town with our rifles on the front seat
Fun, you and me in the Middle East
Shooting at rocks, bullets cocked in the midday


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