i can feel the problems. I can feel the monsters
i can feel your smile getting inside me
cigarettes, silhouettes and now i'm drowning underneath this flow
let's live for the moments, make mistakes
what the hell are we doing here?
all i can say now is that i'm sorry
i don't need anything today. no need to worry
about where i'll be and where i'm gonna go
siren's call wrecks my ship on the rocks below
nobody's around its just ourselves
nobody's listening, nobody's listening
so tell me something. tell me everything you want
let your mind do the talking
so tell me what is underneath your skin
i want it all, i want it all, i want it all
got me wrapped around your finger
anything you want, i promise
credits
from Sundays,
released December 2, 2014
Leads - Ben Zimmerman
Rhythm - Dave Chekan
Lyrics - Ben Zimmerman
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