كلمات Newspapers

Tell me what you're thinking You beautiful Invite me to join your Tormented soul Can I take part too Don't leave me out You're printed all over me Like newspapers Hasty decisions That's the law of sod Yet I will still praise you For you're a God But once you're liberated From this weight you hold Under-oxygenated You'll drown Our lives would be so easy If we had a say I wish I could be lazy Sleep it all away Is it too hard to tell me What's on your heart One day you seduce me Then you tear me apart