I try to keep it hidden under the sheets,
My beloved spy in the sky,
It shouldn’t hurt to wipe the tears from his cheek,
Such a crazy crime to keep you looking to my side,
You know this segregation’s out of my reach,
They keep a hazy view; we must adopt another’s mind.
It’s amazing grace,
Suffocation bottled up inside,
Such determined features,
Hypnotising wide-eyed words in a tainted lovechild.
So what’s the cosmic?
Could it be your crystal charms or your lack of loving arms?
Your lucky, lucky day.
Do you remember?
I’ll die by keeping hidden under the sheets, yeah,
My resisted spy in the sky,
It really hurts to scar the tears on his cheek,
It’s such a crazy crime to keep you looking to my side.
Your lack of taste, it keeps rebelling up inside,
Such disgusting creatures,
Jeopardising bloodstains for such a desperate pride, child.
So what’s the cosmic?
Could it be your crystal charms or your lack of loving arms?
It’s your lucky day.
Wild thing.
Amazing grace,
Suffocation bottled up inside,
Such determined features,
Hypnotising wide-eyed words for a tainted lovechild.
So what’s the cosmic?
Could it be your crystal charms or your lack of loving arms?
It’s your lucky, lucky day.
