Take a pretty picture Don't you let that itch hurt Your skin's a little thicker though you're feeling low Think about the punch line I swear it's on the grapevine That you feel a little inclined just to let it go I've got the upper hand on this bag of bones I have no time to resent, I'd rather be alone
Don't stop the energy Poor soul's epiphany I think ya Van Gogh cos the night is starry
Forget that little loser I know he wouldn't use ya Oh, He thinks he's quite the bruiser, but man he's not at all But you know that he knows I've got the upper hand on this bag of bones I have no time to pretend, I'd rather stay at home
Don't stop the energy Poor soul's epiphany I think ya Van Gogh cos the night is starry Start slow, floating high Plateux, I'm unsure why But when the blood flows I swear I'll be fine
Take me where it's warmer, make me feel free Breathe a little longer and take it out on me Cos this world is where I wanna be
Don't stop the energy Poor soul's epiphany I think ya Van Gogh cos the night is starry Start slow, we're floating high Plateux, I'm unsure why But when the blood flows I swear I'll be fine, be fineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
