White pin, your skin remember a
Company, a song I couldn’t write
Lipstick, you’re colder, you’re a sight
Pure chemistry, marry ain’t night

Faded into your fog
Lost into folding marks
Topic is still open
Still wanna taste your cake

I'm not giving you up tonight
Swear that I would take you like a thousand songs
I might not be saint don’t take it really long
Didn’t felt your lovely rise
Wanting touch you now feels kinda wrong
Every speech is like a tentacion
Giving you up tonight
Swear that I would take you like a thousand songs
I might not be saint don’t take it really long
Didn’t felt your lovely rise
Wanting touch you now feels kinda wrong
Every speech is like a tentacion

Scary carrying the truth
Bloody marry I can’t have a clue
Swear that I tried to look for you
Swear that you never made me blue

Solving between your fog
Papers that felt apart
Holding me more again
Still didn’t tasted your cake

I'm not giving you up tonight
Swear that I would take you like a thousand songs
I might not be saint don’t take it really long
Didn’t felt your lovely rise
Wanting touch you now feels kinda wrong
Every speech is like a tentacion
Giving you up tonight
Swear that I would take you like a thousand songs
I might not be saint don’t take it really long
Didn’t felt your lovely rise
Wanting touch you now feels kinda wrong
Every speech is like a tentacion