AlicebanD - True Blood lyrics
[AlicebanD - True Blood lyrics]
Stop talking about rhythm
Cause, I don’t wanna dance
I don’t want you to protect me
I start watching the dust as
It floats on the light
And stop singing about love
Cause, I don't wanna feel
Don’t wanna feel embraced
I watch the dust collect as
It rolls on the night
And they say, "Why’s it always about blood?
And not butterflies and clouds and love?
Don’t you like to think about pretty things?
And we all know how much you love to sing"
Who tells you, baby?
These words are people, not ideas
And I’m melting through that dropping point
My focus clouded by the tears
And is the ice still melting?
We’re just too small to make a difference
You tell me, little ones, are we helping?
My clothes are getting big
My shoes are getting tight
And they say, "Why’s it always about blood?
And not butterflies and clouds and love?
Don’t you like to think about pretty things?
And we all know how much you love to sing"
Stop telling me you like me
Cause, I hate to see you lie
I hate to see the pressure build
I watch your lips curl up
And your eyes flick down
And they say, "Why’s it always about blood?
And not butterflies and clouds and love?
Don’t you like to think about pretty things?
And we all know how much you love to sing"
Why’s it always about blood?
And not butterflies and clouds and love?
Don’t you like to think about pretty things?
And we all know how much you love to sing
Cause, I don’t wanna dance
I don’t want you to protect me
I start watching the dust as
It floats on the light
And stop singing about love
Cause, I don't wanna feel
Don’t wanna feel embraced
I watch the dust collect as
It rolls on the night
And they say, "Why’s it always about blood?
And not butterflies and clouds and love?
Don’t you like to think about pretty things?
And we all know how much you love to sing"
Who tells you, baby?
These words are people, not ideas
And I’m melting through that dropping point
My focus clouded by the tears
And is the ice still melting?
We’re just too small to make a difference
You tell me, little ones, are we helping?
My clothes are getting big
My shoes are getting tight
And they say, "Why’s it always about blood?
And not butterflies and clouds and love?
Don’t you like to think about pretty things?
And we all know how much you love to sing"
Stop telling me you like me
Cause, I hate to see you lie
I hate to see the pressure build
I watch your lips curl up
And your eyes flick down
And they say, "Why’s it always about blood?
And not butterflies and clouds and love?
Don’t you like to think about pretty things?
And we all know how much you love to sing"
Why’s it always about blood?
And not butterflies and clouds and love?
Don’t you like to think about pretty things?
And we all know how much you love to sing