Lyrics
Gaslight keeping
Filtered romance
At your service
Scroll on needless
A little thing called idols
I wanted to be your must have
Cruising along in your world like charm
Could it be an answer?
Holding onto faith
Currently abashed whore
Fell apart with grace
Started out there, among peers
A solely captured voice
Apparently a stare is working
Gaslight keeping
Filtered romance
At your service
Eye to the world is obedient
Written by: Lizzie Fitzpatrick