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
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When I couldn’t sleep at night (x7) When I when I when I when I-I