Cinerama - This Is Cinerama

Love

J'aime l'odeur de ta peau le matin.
Elle m'excite et je veux avoir mal.
Lit chaud. Air Froid.
Ton regard affamé me brûle, et j'ai besoin de sentir plus.
Le sang sur tes ongles me fait peur, mais malgré tout je veux que tu restes.
Je suis meurtrie et écorchée, et je devrais souffrir, mais tu me retiens et
tout me paraît bien.
Je t'en prie, crois-moi quand je te dis "Ne me quitte plus."
Tout ce que je veux faire see'est être couchée à tes côtés, ici dans ce lit.

(His)
I love your flirting
And I love your fingers
And I love your boots
And I love your sigh

I love your murmur
And I love your freckles
And I love the way
You say "goodbye"

I love the smell of your skin, in the morning
It excites me, and I want to feel sore
Warm bed, cold air, your hungry stare
Delights me, and now I need some more

I love your scratches
And I love your teasing
And I love your sweat
And I love your voice

I love your riddles
And I love your shivers
And I love your curl
And I love your toys

And seeing blood on your nails just never fails
To appal me, but I still want you to stay
I'm bruised, I'm cut, it ought to hurt, but
You enthral me, and that makes it okay

And please, just believe me, when I say "Don't ever leave me"
Because lying here beside you, is all I want to do

The smell of your skin, in the morning
Excites me, and I want to feel sore
Warm bed, cold air, your hungry stare
Delights me, and now I need some more

Blood on your nails just never fails
To appal me, but I still want you to stay
I'm bruised I'm cut, it ought to hurt, but
You enthral me, and that makes it okay

(Hers)
I love your stubble
I love your navel
I love your frown
I love your heels

I love your lipstick
I love your biting
I love your tongue
And the way it feels

I love your letters
I love your phone calls
I love your hips
Your naked wrists

I love your stories
I love your sisters
I love your tears
I love your breasts

I love your whispers
I love your dancing
I love your thirst
I love your lies

I love your tantrums
I love your perfume
I love your teeth
Your big surprise

I love your bleeding
I love your mischief
I love your eyes
Those things you said

I love your temper
I love your trembling
I love to lie
Here in your bed

I love your stubble
I love your navel
I love your frown
I love your heels

I love your lipstick
I love your biting
I love your tongue
And the way it feels

I love your letters
I love your phone calls
I love your hips
Your naked wrists

I love your stories
I love your sisters
I love your tears
I love your breasts

I love your whispers
I love your dancing
I love your thirst
I love your lies

I love your tantrums
I love your perfume
I love your teeth
Your big surprise

I love your bleeding
I love your mischief
I love your eyes
Those things you said

I love your temper
I love your trembling
I love to lie
Here in your bed

Credits
Writer(s): David Gedge, - Womack
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link

Other Album Tracks

All Album Tracks: This Is Cinerama >

Altri album

All Albums of Cinerama >

Rockol

Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.

Feedback

Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.