Sublime
(Wake up, wake up)
(Wake up, wake up)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
Answers speaking in a red dress
The sent of
Opposite a rose that's dead
I'm white tee
Dirty from a chore last bed
I'm sick of
Different wigs up on my chest
Don't give up
No, don't you give up
The candle lights eye
Flickers and withers
Like it, we'll burn out
With exhalation
It's what the life's like
When it's sublime
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
You need to know it's not in my head
Lay the words right on my eyes
Maybe the time might be sublime
Maybe our river will run dry
You need to know it's not in my head
Lay the words right on my eyes
Maybe the time might be sublime
Maybe our river will run dry
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
Dancer
Born inside a red dress
The kiss of
Medusa you're stoned, let's bail
I'm lightly
Moving from the Lord's best tale
Grown right up
Girl, you know you tempt my touch?
Don't give up
No, don't you give up
The candle lights eye
Flickers and withers
Like it, we'll burn out
With exhalation
It's what the life's like
When it's sublime
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
You need to know it's not in my head
Lay the words right on my eyes
Maybe the time might be sublime
Maybe our river will run dry
You need to know it's not in my head
Lay the words right on my eyes
Maybe the time might be sublime
Maybe our river will run dry
(Wake up, wake up)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
Answers speaking in a red dress
The sent of
Opposite a rose that's dead
I'm white tee
Dirty from a chore last bed
I'm sick of
Different wigs up on my chest
Don't give up
No, don't you give up
The candle lights eye
Flickers and withers
Like it, we'll burn out
With exhalation
It's what the life's like
When it's sublime
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
You need to know it's not in my head
Lay the words right on my eyes
Maybe the time might be sublime
Maybe our river will run dry
You need to know it's not in my head
Lay the words right on my eyes
Maybe the time might be sublime
Maybe our river will run dry
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
Dancer
Born inside a red dress
The kiss of
Medusa you're stoned, let's bail
I'm lightly
Moving from the Lord's best tale
Grown right up
Girl, you know you tempt my touch?
Don't give up
No, don't you give up
The candle lights eye
Flickers and withers
Like it, we'll burn out
With exhalation
It's what the life's like
When it's sublime
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
(Ohh ahh, ohh ah)
You need to know it's not in my head
Lay the words right on my eyes
Maybe the time might be sublime
Maybe our river will run dry
You need to know it's not in my head
Lay the words right on my eyes
Maybe the time might be sublime
Maybe our river will run dry
Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Peabody, Justice Count
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