ARTIST: The Black Skirts

Oh, it feels like the ground I’m standing on will fall away.
The moment my hands let go, will it melt and disappear?
You live in the movies, and in there I watch you.
Lower the lighting please.

When I breathe onto your slender neck which lacks a single hair.
My body trembles.
That’s how much I like it.

Because my white heart shouldn’t be dirtied, please love me.
This is only the beginning.
The end is far-off.

Baby i just don't know what to say.
You were my dream,
You were my dream and now it all feels so real.
You are real yea.

Heavy drinks and light hearted jokes.
Quit my day job just to stay up all night with you
We are going to Hollywood and never coming back, coming back.
Maybe we'll turn to gold.

With your red hair flowing, you motioned me closer.
Telling me not to be afraid.
I want to hurry and run in.

So what if I’m burned up?
I will all crumble away anyways.
I’m not going back.
Please leave me here.

Don't stop action friction.
Live in a fiction baby.
Hollywood.
Don't stop action friction.
Live in a fiction baby.
Hollywood.