Songteksten

Beauty of the streets Define your heat Watched by blue skies See your Eyes lay on me Burning the surface Where's the haze to hide from you Better put yourself in place Do you even have a trace to follow? To follow? To follow? To follow? To follow? To follow? Im not your real estate I can't see the silhouette Of your shade This shit tears me up He pulls me down Feeling drowned in his eyes While laying on the ground Im not your Object of desire Can we burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? He think he's the great giver Has the power to let me shiver Stares at me Do you think of How that makes her feel You suffocate her with the air u breathe I can see myself Outsida me Outsida me Outsida me This shit tears me up He pulls me down Feeling drowned in his eyes While laying on the ground Im not your Object of desire Can we burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? Burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? Burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? Burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? Burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? Burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? Burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? Burn him instead of the witch in the Fire? Im not your real estate Im not your real estate I can't see the silhouette Of your shade This shit tears me up He pulls me down Feeling drowned in his eyes While laying on the ground Im not your Object of desire Can we burn him instead of the witch in the Fire?
Writer(s): Miriam Hufnagel, Andreas Lettner, Andreas Haeuserer, Christl Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out