Songtext von Lights On Kind Of Lover

Pressure This I think is this This I think is this Stop me, don’t stop, now I won’t go Sit slack with back to wall Not my time to give and now you’re into it? Could crush velvet down the hall Man shot into sand, the famous formulation Shot into sand; the famous formulation I can see you looking on my way Why don’t you do something about it? I don’t feel I’m welcome in this space But I won’t let you unnerve me This I think is this This I think is this (Sit slack with back to wall Could crush velvet down the hall) Man shot into sand, the famous formulation Shot into sand, the famous formulation Still stuck at the laundromat, still stuck Will it be nickels and dimes? Will it pounds and pence? No dollars, no sense Angel, sweet angel Sing for the teardrops, the tv dinners Suck on the kick stick Before you’re too fucked up and misplace it I’m a lights on kind of lover, see these fang-made rings? But she said Don’t sink them in, punching walls this thin I’ll clutch my belly at your trouble, although those few They’ve all said, they’ve all said, they’ve all said I can see you looking on my way Why don’t you do something about it? I don’t feel I’m welcome in this space But I won't let you unnerve me This I think is this This I think is this (Sit slack with back to wall Could crush velvet down the hall) Man shot into sand, the famous formulation Shot into sand, the famous formulation