Wait, our day's lost. Holding you down. You look for me. But I won't be found. . The bluebirds flutter in my chest. Oh, they want to sing. You'll have to break me open.
The boys who kiss and bite. They are the brilliant ones who speak and write. With silver luck. . They sing in clever tongues. Oh, while my knees go weak to be the one.
The boys who kiss and bite. They are the brilliant ones who speak and write. With silver luck. . They sing in clever tongues. Oh, while my knees go weak to be the one.