Song | still inside you |
Artist | Raised By Swans |
Album | Codes and Secret Longing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I'm still inside you, | |
Your supernova intravenous, | |
Sliding serpentine through miles, | |
of empty hallways | |
I am always needing something | |
I'm still inside you, | |
Your glowing ocean phosphorescent, | |
Hold me closer as the lights, | |
Unfold below us | |
Did you notice I was breathing underwater | |
Dripping down, | |
Dripping down my fingers | |
I'm still inside you, | |
Your supernova intravenous, | |
Sliding serpentine through miles, | |
of empty hallways | |
I am always needing something | |
Dripping down, | |
Dripping down my fingers | |
Slipping through my, | |
Slipping through my fingers | |
I can't say, | |
Can't say if I'd only had my way | |
like a moth inside a flame | |
all my choices had been made |
I' m still inside you, | |
Your supernova intravenous, | |
Sliding serpentine through miles, | |
of empty hallways | |
I am always needing something | |
I' m still inside you, | |
Your glowing ocean phosphorescent, | |
Hold me closer as the lights, | |
Unfold below us | |
Did you notice I was breathing underwater | |
Dripping down, | |
Dripping down my fingers | |
I' m still inside you, | |
Your supernova intravenous, | |
Sliding serpentine through miles, | |
of empty hallways | |
I am always needing something | |
Dripping down, | |
Dripping down my fingers | |
Slipping through my, | |
Slipping through my fingers | |
I can' t say, | |
Can' t say if I' d only had my way | |
like a moth inside a flame | |
all my choices had been made |
I' m still inside you, | |
Your supernova intravenous, | |
Sliding serpentine through miles, | |
of empty hallways | |
I am always needing something | |
I' m still inside you, | |
Your glowing ocean phosphorescent, | |
Hold me closer as the lights, | |
Unfold below us | |
Did you notice I was breathing underwater | |
Dripping down, | |
Dripping down my fingers | |
I' m still inside you, | |
Your supernova intravenous, | |
Sliding serpentine through miles, | |
of empty hallways | |
I am always needing something | |
Dripping down, | |
Dripping down my fingers | |
Slipping through my, | |
Slipping through my fingers | |
I can' t say, | |
Can' t say if I' d only had my way | |
like a moth inside a flame | |
all my choices had been made |