Grime

Lullaby, lullaby you sing to me,
Through the Thunderstorm.
You know you’re the first of a kind that’s ever happened to me.
You’ve got a beautiful voice until you know, it’s been raining for years now.
It’s been raining for years now.
Before you, babe.
And I’m not your sacred dove.
And you’re not in love with me.
You’re not in love with me, babe.
I’m choking up across a line.
I’m sorry that it’s so surprising.
I wanted you to see me shining.
Kakuna, you fall far in love to see that to love in a wicked way.
Someone trying to be
And I get so proud, I begin to shout
«You're no catastrophe, I said you’re no catastrophe. Do you hear me?»
And I’m not your sacred dove,
And you’re not in love with me.
You’re not in love with me.
Babe.
Ten to heated Home of mine.
Your love could blow a golden grime,
I just wanna be wrong this time.
And I’m not your sacred dove.
I’m not the one you love.
I’m not the one you love.