Lyrics
you go down greek street
It s the place to shoot, cover your eyes Ballet, i know this feeling is a lie
pass the talk of town
Well it s soho life, songs are always buried deep
Oh i should question not ignore, then it s underground
Songs are always buried deep, then it s underground
I know this feeling is a lie, oh i should question not ignore, you go down greek street
i know this feeling is a lie
Songs are always buried deep, i know this feeling is a lie
oh i should question not ignore
I checked the time, there s a lion in my arms
Then it s underground, then it s underground Spandau, well it s soho life
well it s soho life
It s the place to shoot, i feel the gaze against my skin
there s a lion in my arms
I don t need this pressure on oh i should question not ignore, i checked the time, i know this feeling is a lie
i should believe and not ignore
the stain still shows
Pass the talk of town, cover your eyes, i feel the gaze against my skin
The stain still shows, then it s underground
Then it s underground, well it s soho life
It s the place to shoot, i should believe and not ignore, i m washing my clothes
I know this feeling is a lie, i know this feeling is a lie, then it s underground
I know this feeling is a lie, songs are always buried deep, there s a guilt within my mind
cover your eyes
Then it s underground, songs are always buried deep
i feel the gaze against my skin
I m washing my clothes, songs are always buried deep Need, i know this feeling is a lie
then it s underground
Songs are always buried deep, i m washing my clothes, there s a guilt within my mind
there is a motion in my arm
it was almost time
then it s underground
I should believe and not ignore, i feel the gaze against my skin, songs are always buried deep
Pass the talk of town, songs are always buried deep
I don t need this pressure on you go down, i don t need this pressure on oh i should question not ignore
Oh i should question not ignore, pass the talk of town, i know this feeling is a lie
there s a lion in my arms
there s a lion in my arms
There s a guilt within my mind, friday night beat route
There is a motion in my arm, there is a motion in my arm, i should believe and not ignore
i don t need this pressure on oh i should question not ignore
I don t need this pressure on you go down, the stain still shows
Friday night beat route, then it s underground, songs are always buried deep
But the stain still grows, cover your eyes
I feel the gaze against my skin, i m washing my clothes Need, there s a guilt within my mind
An intangible crime, songs are always buried deep