Mercury

Get back, get back to me
Have a round of anti-socialite
Spin spin, spin the bottle
It can be our analog time
At the end of the day
We’re not in control at all
And everything I love
Is gunna change
And everything I love
Is gunna change
Mercury
Six pack, six pack of kisses,
I’ll follow you, you’ll follow me
Your big lips are little wrestlers
I taste the glimmering souls
Of the sea
With you in my arms
I’m not in control at all
And everything I love
Is gunna change
everything I love
Is gunna change
Mercury
You’re in your room
Praying to your mini-recorder
I’m in my room
I need a break from propaganda
If the world is ending lets entertain each other
As we please
As we please
Get back, get back to me
I think I lost my satellite
Spin spin, solar system
Is it true we’re running out of time?
When you’re looking this way
I’m not in control at all
And everything I love
Is gunna change
everything I love
Is gunna change
Everything I love
Is gunna change
Everything I love
Is gunna change
Mercury
Is gunna change
Mercury