Ellie Golding - Under The Sheets | Текст песни

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• Ellie Golding
• Under The Sheets

You left your blood stain on the floor
You set your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door,
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before

This is our luck, baby, running out
Her clothes were never off
We still have hours to run about
To scale the map, scale the map, to get us back on track
I’ve seen you in a fight you lost, Ive seen you in a fii-ii-ii-ii-ght

We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
We’re under the sheets and you’re killin’ me

In here the world wont bring us down
Our plan is golden
Out there a lonely girl could drown
In here were frozen

Where did the people go?
My hands are empty
You’re not the answer I should know
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,)

We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
We’re under the sheets and you’re killin’ me