Stockholm

All in all, it's complicated
A Megamind's disguise
Feels like false validation
A blinding by your shine
Well I just want to feel alright
Foggy like the mirrors in the night

Something's in the air outside
Which way do I go to Stockholm
Well the whiskey fills my appetite
I'm calling from a broken phone

So can you hear me darlin'
I know we've hardly met
But the feeling's strong
We're dancing with the dead
Dancing with the dead

Hey little lady, with the white lies
I'm cruising off the pavement
Out of your life
'Cause it's about time
Time to unwind

Something's in the air outside
Which way do I go to Stockholm
Well the whiskey fills my appetite
I'm calling from a broken phone

So can you hear me darlin'
I know we've hardly met
But the feeling's strong
We're dancing with the dead
We're dancing with the dead

This time, I really wanna know
We're rinsing off the counterfeit to unfold
Untie the lies of it all
When rolling down the stones are hit
Done cruising out of Stockholm



Credits
Writer(s): King Thomas, Hodge Benjamin Christopher, Beazley Regan Lindsay, Samuel Barrett Lennard
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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