But when you cut me, you cut me to the bone

Srsly, can't really understand why anyone still writes lyrics to songs since Cocteau twins perfected the art in the 80s with Lorelei



Can't look out, can't look in
Can't kiss right
Get yourself get right
Lift up your toes, in my mouth
We'll make love and we can go

And we can go
And we can go

We're covered by the sacred fire
But when you cut me, you cut me to the bone



Without a doubt

We're covered by the sacred fire
But when you cut me, you cut me to the bone

Can't look in
Guilty boy, guilty girl
Cause you're both cursed
Lift up your toes in my mouth
We'll make love and we can go

Can't look in
Guilty boy, guilty girl
Cause you're both cursed
Lift up your toes in my mouth
We'll make love and we can go

Give it up smooth

Be my A-side, baby, be beside me

I'm eighteen with a bullet
Got my finger on the trigger, I'm gonna pull it
I'm picked to click now
I'm a son-of-a-gun

So hold it right there little girl, little girl
We're gonna have big fun

I may be an oldie, but I'm a goodie, too
I'll last forever and I'll be good to you
Oh, yes I will

Crashing beats and fantasy, setting sun in front of me

New Gold Dream
And the world goes hot
And the cities take
And the beat goes crashing
All along the way

She is your friend until the ocean breaks
And when you dream, dream in the dream with me
And when you dream, dream in the dream with me
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