China
She hasn't found her goal
So I'm digging a hole to China
Where I lost my soul
The virgin sleep she is alive
Turn on your sex drive
I know you need it too
Like my cigarette
It burns and burns
But I forget she's only seventeen
I'm only whisky clean
The blackbird sings for me
The summer heat is killing me and I can't fall asleep
If you pull me up again I'll be counting sheep
The whisper from the trees
Relaxes me from fear
Dream city I am here
The wine in my cup she drank for coffee needs
By the lake where neon is guaranteed
I went to Tivoli with credibility
But the winter fever came begging me
Please take me in
I want to hold you tight
We could go infect New York
Or Helsinki
The summer heat is killing me and I can't fall asleep
If you pull me up again I'll be counting sheep
I took the walk but shame was gone
Like fish who refuse to touch the pan
It's the cripple in me
And the joy in you
That makes circles of rainbows up in the sky
And I'll be in need of this
When the bullet falls
Down down down
From the hills
I call you my interpreter
But you think that I am the biggest liar
You take a photo
But you need attention
The summer heat is killing me and I can't fall asleep
If you pull me up again I'll be counting sheep
So I'm digging a hole to China
Where I lost my soul
The virgin sleep she is alive
Turn on your sex drive
I know you need it too
Like my cigarette
It burns and burns
But I forget she's only seventeen
I'm only whisky clean
The blackbird sings for me
The summer heat is killing me and I can't fall asleep
If you pull me up again I'll be counting sheep
The whisper from the trees
Relaxes me from fear
Dream city I am here
The wine in my cup she drank for coffee needs
By the lake where neon is guaranteed
I went to Tivoli with credibility
But the winter fever came begging me
Please take me in
I want to hold you tight
We could go infect New York
Or Helsinki
The summer heat is killing me and I can't fall asleep
If you pull me up again I'll be counting sheep
I took the walk but shame was gone
Like fish who refuse to touch the pan
It's the cripple in me
And the joy in you
That makes circles of rainbows up in the sky
And I'll be in need of this
When the bullet falls
Down down down
From the hills
I call you my interpreter
But you think that I am the biggest liar
You take a photo
But you need attention
The summer heat is killing me and I can't fall asleep
If you pull me up again I'll be counting sheep
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Laurence Feldman, Jack Hues
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