Apollo by Tandem Wallace Lyrics

(But she never stops)

From cross to cologne
All bags that you’ve blown
Save the hint to next date

Too natural mind
Or was it designed
There is no space left

Million dozens of meant-to-be’s
Calling me pilot
Crashing her thoughts of me
But she never stops

Selling cousins to dopamine
But she can still focus
Too far from disclosure
But she never stops

Willing dozens of meant-to-be’s
Calling me pilot
Crashing her thoughts of me
But she never stops
Selling cousins to dopamine
But she can still focus
Too far from disclosure
But she never stops

From cross to cologne
All bags that you’ve blown
Save the hint to next date

Too natural mind
Or was it designed
There is no space left

From cross to cologne
All bags that you’ve blown
Save the hint to next date

Too natural mind
Or was it designed
There is no space left

Million dozens of meant-to-be’s
Calling me pilot
Crashing her thoughts of me
His screams are so loud
Selling cousins to dopamine
But she can still focus
Too far from disclosure
But she never stops

Willing dozens of meant-to-be’s
Calling me pilot
Crashing her thoughts of me
His screams are so loud

Selling cousins to dopamine
But she can still focus
Too far from disclosure
But she never stops

(But she never stops)