Strongest taste loudest drop head is filled the thought, unlocked
Strongest taste loudest drop head is filled
you'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five gone to find a place for us to hide
be together, but alone as the need for it has grown
cha cha, cha cha, cha cha cha cha, cha cha
a cave or a shed a car or a bed a hole in the ground or a burial mound
a bush or a tree or the aegean sea, will do for me
cha cha, cha cha, cha cha cha cha, cha cha
I can say that you look pretty you turn my legs into spaghetti you set my heart on fire
For you I found a vent in the bottom of a coal mine
just enough space for your hands in the inside If you go do let me know
You'd be thirteen I'd be thirty-five gone to find a place for us to hide
A den or a dessert perhaps an ink squirt a cellar, a wishing well, a war
or a guarantee will do for me
For you I found a cell on the top floor of a prison just enough space for you to fit your feet in
if you go do let me know
I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire
I go running with a heart on fire I go running with a heart on fire
I go running with a heart on fire art on fire