Song | Love Riot |
Artist | Tilly and the Wall |
Album | Heavy Mood |
Well, you walked into the room just like the sun | |
And woke the caveman from his endless slumber | |
And with the quickness of your arm, you pulled out a paint brush | |
And you painted the sky back to blue | |
And now I’m standing on top of dirty clothes | |
There’s a tornado spinning in the corner | |
And electricity flows from your hands into my bones | |
And my flesh turns pink with its warmth | |
Oh, pretty love, don’t worry | |
With me, you don’t need a place to hide | |
So, just sit real still | |
And the light will flood in over the hills | |
And now I'm walking around outside | |
In the springtime, every thing is sprouting green | |
And I watched this fight occur but only thought about lovers | |
Oh, it’s strange how the world becomes pure | |
And you were standing on top of tip toes | |
In the kitchen as the water starts to boil | |
And as we removed each others clothes | |
I thought I would sing some notes | |
So, that maybe you would slow dance with me | |
Oh, pretty love, don’t worry | |
With me you don’t need a place to hide | |
So, just sit real still | |
And the light will flood in, over the window sill | |
Oh, yeah, just sit real still | |
And you and me will bloom | |
Oh, you and me will bloom | |
Oh, you and me will bloom on the window sill |
Well, you walked into the room just like the sun | |
And woke the caveman from his endless slumber | |
And with the quickness of your arm, you pulled out a paint brush | |
And you painted the sky back to blue | |
And now I' m standing on top of dirty clothes | |
There' s a tornado spinning in the corner | |
And electricity flows from your hands into my bones | |
And my flesh turns pink with its warmth | |
Oh, pretty love, don' t worry | |
With me, you don' t need a place to hide | |
So, just sit real still | |
And the light will flood in over the hills | |
And now I' m walking around outside | |
In the springtime, every thing is sprouting green | |
And I watched this fight occur but only thought about lovers | |
Oh, it' s strange how the world becomes pure | |
And you were standing on top of tip toes | |
In the kitchen as the water starts to boil | |
And as we removed each others clothes | |
I thought I would sing some notes | |
So, that maybe you would slow dance with me | |
Oh, pretty love, don' t worry | |
With me you don' t need a place to hide | |
So, just sit real still | |
And the light will flood in, over the window sill | |
Oh, yeah, just sit real still | |
And you and me will bloom | |
Oh, you and me will bloom | |
Oh, you and me will bloom on the window sill |