THE FLOOD
Baby, it's been a while now
Since you called me
Since you called me
Did you forget about us?
Have she found us about us?
Let's face it, we're in trouble
It's not allowed here, to love a double
But I'm willing to try
'Cause I'm committed to cry
I don't wanna be the one
Who ruins it all
I don't wanna be the one
Thrown against a wall
But I like you a lot, you know
But I like you a lot, you know
Is that it?
Are we done now?
It's killing me again
Not to know if this will be the end
'Cause I need you smell on me
You know bodies are made to feel each other
Each other
Each other
Each other
'Cause I like you a lot, you know
Maybe I like you too much, who knows
(I don't wanna be the)
(I don't wanna be the)
(I don't wanna be the)
(I don't wanna be the)
It's been a long ride
Now I turn around, you're gone
And days when nothing went my way
No words will be exchanged
No feelings allowed
Only the expressions of two bodies in a cage
But as I'm tossing and turning with your body trapped in my head
The reflection of the room hits me in the face
And I ask myself
And I ask myself
And I ask myself
What the fuck am I doing?
Since you called me
Since you called me
Did you forget about us?
Have she found us about us?
Let's face it, we're in trouble
It's not allowed here, to love a double
But I'm willing to try
'Cause I'm committed to cry
I don't wanna be the one
Who ruins it all
I don't wanna be the one
Thrown against a wall
But I like you a lot, you know
But I like you a lot, you know
Is that it?
Are we done now?
It's killing me again
Not to know if this will be the end
'Cause I need you smell on me
You know bodies are made to feel each other
Each other
Each other
Each other
'Cause I like you a lot, you know
Maybe I like you too much, who knows
(I don't wanna be the)
(I don't wanna be the)
(I don't wanna be the)
(I don't wanna be the)
It's been a long ride
Now I turn around, you're gone
And days when nothing went my way
No words will be exchanged
No feelings allowed
Only the expressions of two bodies in a cage
But as I'm tossing and turning with your body trapped in my head
The reflection of the room hits me in the face
And I ask myself
And I ask myself
And I ask myself
What the fuck am I doing?
Credits
Writer(s): Max Antoine Poulin-gendron, Camille Poliquin, Laurence Lafond-beaulne, Gagnon Gabriel
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