Punctured Lungs
I put my tongue in your mouth, then you caught Covid
It's not my fault somehow
You put your tongue in my mouth, then I got Covid
And I'm not quite sure how
Moonlight dreams of concrete floors
And all the places that you've been before
An atlas of improbable places
But stay here and my head again it hits the door
We could end up with punctured lungs
But at least it's coming, it's coming home
They scream as England score a goal
Even though it was a pretty shit goal
It's not my fault somehow
You put your tongue in my mouth, then I got Covid
And I'm not quite sure how
Moonlight dreams of concrete floors
And all the places that you've been before
An atlas of improbable places
But stay here and my head again it hits the door
We could end up with punctured lungs
But at least it's coming, it's coming home
They scream as England score a goal
Even though it was a pretty shit goal
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Writer(s): Caleb Ahmad Burhan
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