Double-Up Hard Pop Edit by Talkshow Boy Lyrics
Hot dog on a stick
I'm gonna love ya
Your the birds, your the word
I wanna be in the sauna, all alone
Sand and chlorine it sticks to your hair
I know
(walk)
You can see the red stains in the paintings red and brown
The leaves zoom onto the rug that's been layed down
They got Chinese checkers and red wine by the fire when I was 21
I may not own a building but I might appreciate one I don't know
Cats out of the bag
I'm gonna find her
In the streets in your home
I wanna be in the sauna, all alone
So if you want i can remove the layers of smoke
(alright)
(nebula)
If I learn to swim I could maybe learn to fly
The city looks like better now with acoustic circuits from the sky
Sometimes I get this feeling I can mentally move tiny things
Like Matchbox cars and circles nothing big yet, I'm still practicing
I'm gonna love ya
Your the birds, your the word
I wanna be in the sauna, all alone
Sand and chlorine it sticks to your hair
I know
(walk)
You can see the red stains in the paintings red and brown
The leaves zoom onto the rug that's been layed down
They got Chinese checkers and red wine by the fire when I was 21
I may not own a building but I might appreciate one I don't know
Cats out of the bag
I'm gonna find her
In the streets in your home
I wanna be in the sauna, all alone
So if you want i can remove the layers of smoke
(alright)
(nebula)
If I learn to swim I could maybe learn to fly
The city looks like better now with acoustic circuits from the sky
Sometimes I get this feeling I can mentally move tiny things
Like Matchbox cars and circles nothing big yet, I'm still practicing