Текст песни 17 - YOURCODENAMEIS:MILO

17

Can’t get rid of your feeling,
I should give it up and spit it out.
I can’t find my own, join your crowd.
I move in circles you make my tracks.
Florescent lies, smoke filled rooms,
Is where i ended up with broken past.
The room would swell, i’m in bloom.
Confuse me first, consume me last.
Please get away from your disco clouds.
And the days we’ve taken all for granted,
All for granted,
Now are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again we could last forever.
It’s hell for the tourist, photo call to capture the moment when you fall.
Please get away from your disco clouds, your disco clouds.
Please get away from your disco clouds, your disco clouds.
Days we’ve taken all for granted.
Days we’ve taken all for granted.
Days we’ve taken all for granted,
All for granted,
Now are the days I cannot wait to pretend again and again we could last forever.