Vampires
You say you see the werewolf in my eyes
And it's a full moon tonight
Well I haven't changed in some time
We've got a brand new perspective
Breathe in but don't let the air get out
Of your fragile lungs, everything is different
The air is colder now, it's filling with water
And we're not prepared for this any longer
If I gave you a baseball bat
Would you swing it at my mouth?
Would you hit me in the chest so hard
Rusty colours come out?
I'm bringing sharpened words to a fist fight
I don't need someone telling me I'm alright
I'ma be chasing ambulances all night
When I bring sharpened words to a fist fight
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And all of these plans work better in my head
And she wants me to leave or just drop dead
But I don't want to leave her high and dry so instead
I'll drop dead, I'll drop dead
If I gave you a baseball bat
Would you swing it at my mouth?
Would you hit me in the chest so hard
Rusty colours come out?
I'm bringing sharpened words to a fist fight
I don't need someone telling me I'm alright
I'ma be chasing ambulances all night
When I bring sharpened words to a fist fight
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You say you see the werewolf in my eyes
And it's a full moon tonight
Well I haven't changed in some time
We've got a brand new perspective
STOP
SHIT
And it's a full moon tonight
Well I haven't changed in some time
We've got a brand new perspective
Breathe in but don't let the air get out
Of your fragile lungs, everything is different
The air is colder now, it's filling with water
And we're not prepared for this any longer
If I gave you a baseball bat
Would you swing it at my mouth?
Would you hit me in the chest so hard
Rusty colours come out?
I'm bringing sharpened words to a fist fight
I don't need someone telling me I'm alright
I'ma be chasing ambulances all night
When I bring sharpened words to a fist fight
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And all of these plans work better in my head
And she wants me to leave or just drop dead
But I don't want to leave her high and dry so instead
I'll drop dead, I'll drop dead
If I gave you a baseball bat
Would you swing it at my mouth?
Would you hit me in the chest so hard
Rusty colours come out?
I'm bringing sharpened words to a fist fight
I don't need someone telling me I'm alright
I'ma be chasing ambulances all night
When I bring sharpened words to a fist fight
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
You say you see the werewolf in my eyes
And it's a full moon tonight
Well I haven't changed in some time
We've got a brand new perspective
STOP
SHIT
Credits
Writer(s): George Berry, Nicholas Peters, Callum Litchfield, Iain Gillespie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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