Crooked
Spread like an angel
Your skin makes me crawl
You have a taste in men
That keeps me wanting more
I know, I know
I won't be misplaced
It's the mix of muscle
It's the wind in the dunes
Replace your face
Your karma will get you on fire
This place is a gas
You do it every time
I don't know why you stand here
Breaking every line
I wonder what it's called
The place you want is gone
I don't know why you stand here
In crooked shame
Sparks on your window
Your hair in the sink
All you needed
Was for me to shift the blame
You know, you know
I don't feel the same
It's the pull of fire
It's the breeze of the coming day
Here it comes
Your karma will set you on fire
This place is a gas
You do it every time
I don't know why you stand here
Breaking every line
I wonder what it's called
The place you want is gone
I don't know why you stand here
In crooked shame
I don't know
I don't know
I'm not going round again
I've seen it all for now
The tired and the proud
I couldn't look away
The dark turned into light
A distance on a screen
The in between
You fear your past
The memory and dreams
This place is a gas
You do it every time
I don't know why you stand here
Breaking every line
I wonder what it's called
The place you want is gone
I don't know why you stand here
In crooked shame
I don't know why you stand here
In crooked shame
I don't know
I don't know
In crooked shame
In crooked shame
Your skin makes me crawl
You have a taste in men
That keeps me wanting more
I know, I know
I won't be misplaced
It's the mix of muscle
It's the wind in the dunes
Replace your face
Your karma will get you on fire
This place is a gas
You do it every time
I don't know why you stand here
Breaking every line
I wonder what it's called
The place you want is gone
I don't know why you stand here
In crooked shame
Sparks on your window
Your hair in the sink
All you needed
Was for me to shift the blame
You know, you know
I don't feel the same
It's the pull of fire
It's the breeze of the coming day
Here it comes
Your karma will set you on fire
This place is a gas
You do it every time
I don't know why you stand here
Breaking every line
I wonder what it's called
The place you want is gone
I don't know why you stand here
In crooked shame
I don't know
I don't know
I'm not going round again
I've seen it all for now
The tired and the proud
I couldn't look away
The dark turned into light
A distance on a screen
The in between
You fear your past
The memory and dreams
This place is a gas
You do it every time
I don't know why you stand here
Breaking every line
I wonder what it's called
The place you want is gone
I don't know why you stand here
In crooked shame
I don't know why you stand here
In crooked shame
I don't know
I don't know
In crooked shame
In crooked shame
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Wadstein, Jonathan Thwaites, Lewis Spear, Maxim Baldry
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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