Apocalypse

Your shirt's hanging low
Your underwear is on show
Got a weightless soul
'Cause you're in control
You dance to the beat
Kitchen tiles bare feet
Sense takes the backseat

Curtains wide
Blood construction dulling retina
A lace of cotton sugar wrapped
'Round my head
Those wingéd eyes
A chest that pulls at draws in fashion
Of cinematic action
Knocks me out

Apocalypse on your hips
When you dance to oblivion
You rest your head on my chest
We're under control

Oh whoa oh oh
I think that we'll be fine
Oh whoa oh oh
Our ending worlds are intertwined

Empty bag of sweets
A tune that's stuck in your teeth
Nothing bothers you
'Cause you're far too cool
And when the bed's made
We'll start to thumb the next page
No temptation to stay

Curtains wide
Blood construction dulling retina
A lace of cotton sugar wrapped
'Round my head
Those wingéd eyes
A chest that pulls at draws in fashion
Of cinematic action
Knocks me out

Apocalypse on your hips
When you dance to oblivion
You rest your head on my chest
We're under control

Oh whoa oh oh
I think that we'll be fine
Oh whoa oh oh
Our ending worlds are intertwined

Oh whoa oh oh
(Your shirt's hanging low
Your underwear is on show
Got a weightless soul)
I think that we'll be fine
('Cause you're in control)
Oh whoa oh oh
(You dance to the beat
Kitchen tiles bare feet
Sense takes the backseat)
Our ending worlds are intertwined



Credits
Writer(s): Bogdan Avramuta, Harrison Marsh
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