Vinyl

She gets around and I know it
But what if we’re the last people under the sea?
Shock wave
Coming out from underneath the water blue.
You’re in between a Barbie and a vinyl.
In my dreams, it was you and me holding hands.
I get around and I know it,
But what if we’re the last people under the sun?
Heat wave
Coming up from underneath the canopy.
You’re in between a Barbie and a vinyl.
In my dreams, it was you and me under the stars.
Let’s get out of all our costumes.
The future is written in constellations
With angles showing us sin.
The chemicals are giving the sought-after feeling.
It’s a masquerade, only strangers find through whispering a secret.
And we do it till the sunrise, every single time.
We get around and we know it,
But what if we’re the last people under the stars.
Gamma rays, coming out from underneath the Milky Way.
You’re in between a Barbie and a vinyl.
In my dreams, it was you and me holding hands.
Let’s get out of all our costumes.
The future is written in constellations
With angles showing us sin.
The chemicals are giving the sought-after feeling.
It’s a masquerade, only strangers find through whispering a secret.
And we do it till the sunrise, every single time.
Let’s get out of all our costumes.
The future is written in constellations
With angles showing us sin.
The chemicals are giving the sought-after feeling.
It’s a masquerade, only strangers find through whispering a secret.
And we do it till the sunrise, every single time.