Lyrics

What would we gain? I can only pretend I'm in the doorway I'm in the doorway Ended in the bayou Would you think to free me? I can only sense things Into something sort of Into something sort of Into something sort of Into something sort of Free fall, would you? Hidden values Intervene, I'm freaking And it's so convenient I'll bring you greetings And hidden meanings Can you hear me breathing? Can you feel me leaving? Into something sort of Into something sort of Into something sort of Into something sort of Into something sort of Into something sort of Into something sort of Into something sort of
Writer(s): Nanna Fabricius, Adrian Icholas, Matthew Thaws Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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