Love Is A Sight On A Kite
Maybe it's too early!
Never to live, never to run
Never to forget that life is just a bit of fun!
Forgive forget, give take and freshly eaten raw fruit cake!
Love is a sight on a kite, I go high high hi hi!
Love is a sight on a kite
I am not ready to take it, I am in a fight!
I love being loved, love being love
Love is as easy, all this easy is
I love being loved, love being love
Baby love me!
I am not ready to fight unsure, insecure I am confused, not trusting!
Having a bit of this that
Growling!
The rules of the world is confusing
Emotions are attractions!
Love is a sight on a kite alright
Spot the jagger
The digger is my right
To be alright in the alright
I don't care about the nations
The wars, the ships, the bombs, the shell drops
The war in my heart is cold enough! It's for freedom!
All I want is to scare, to the care, about the life I lived bare!
On benefits, artificial supplies, nutrition, no financial aids
Like factuals, left for the new ray day gapes
Never to run, never to live, never to forget, never to...
I love being loved love being love
I love being loved love being love
I love having money, I love having you around, and I love being loved!
I sit I lay I pace, I sit again
The silence of my knuckles behind the pain
My knuckle behind the cold air is
Lying cold laying on a clay!
In between two yellow lines
I swam on the blue ray
Twisting the miles there's
Confused sexualities, private parties in the private libraries
Back-seat dreamers' saturated hammerings,
This is the fatal!
I am fated, to be this fatal!
No, no, no I don't take the shit that you've given me every day
I write, I say, I play a Greyhound
On arrival on my life
The whole world knows money is cheap down the hell,
Drop the tongue
I go all the way I pantomime
My voice is sticky, I'm bendy, I lick my own body!
What is holding you back?
Private parties? Private libraries?
Are you a backseat dreamer?
You've been saturated hammerings
The cold, the lay and all the clay
In between two yellow lanes
I swim on the blue ray
I sit, I lay, I pace, I sit again!
I love being loved, love being loved
I love being loved, love being loved
I love money hey!
I love being loved, love being loved
I love being loved, love being loved
I love money hey!
Never to live, never to run
Never to forget that life is just a bit of fun!
Forgive forget, give take and freshly eaten raw fruit cake!
Love is a sight on a kite, I go high high hi hi!
Love is a sight on a kite
I am not ready to take it, I am in a fight!
I love being loved, love being love
Love is as easy, all this easy is
I love being loved, love being love
Baby love me!
I am not ready to fight unsure, insecure I am confused, not trusting!
Having a bit of this that
Growling!
The rules of the world is confusing
Emotions are attractions!
Love is a sight on a kite alright
Spot the jagger
The digger is my right
To be alright in the alright
I don't care about the nations
The wars, the ships, the bombs, the shell drops
The war in my heart is cold enough! It's for freedom!
All I want is to scare, to the care, about the life I lived bare!
On benefits, artificial supplies, nutrition, no financial aids
Like factuals, left for the new ray day gapes
Never to run, never to live, never to forget, never to...
I love being loved love being love
I love being loved love being love
I love having money, I love having you around, and I love being loved!
I sit I lay I pace, I sit again
The silence of my knuckles behind the pain
My knuckle behind the cold air is
Lying cold laying on a clay!
In between two yellow lines
I swam on the blue ray
Twisting the miles there's
Confused sexualities, private parties in the private libraries
Back-seat dreamers' saturated hammerings,
This is the fatal!
I am fated, to be this fatal!
No, no, no I don't take the shit that you've given me every day
I write, I say, I play a Greyhound
On arrival on my life
The whole world knows money is cheap down the hell,
Drop the tongue
I go all the way I pantomime
My voice is sticky, I'm bendy, I lick my own body!
What is holding you back?
Private parties? Private libraries?
Are you a backseat dreamer?
You've been saturated hammerings
The cold, the lay and all the clay
In between two yellow lanes
I swim on the blue ray
I sit, I lay, I pace, I sit again!
I love being loved, love being loved
I love being loved, love being loved
I love money hey!
I love being loved, love being loved
I love being loved, love being loved
I love money hey!
Credits
Writer(s): Ayse Balkose, Soumyajit Guha
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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