Minefield歌詞

作詞 : Nic Donovan/Connor Price/Mike Seander
One hundred, Graham.
I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills. If I go, then I die real.
Talking to ya's like walking through a **** minefield.
High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel.
Talking to ya's like walking through a ****, walking through a ****.
I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills; if I go, then I die real.
Talking to ya's like walking through a **** minefield.
High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel.
Talking to ya's like walking through a ****, walking through a **** minefield.
Keep going, tiptoeing.
She was gone with the breeze. Let the wind blow in.
It's cold here, hot-headed and frozen.
Part ways like I'm Moses, pink roses.
Everything goes up; every door opens.
Everything comes down； everything closes.
Got it aimed at me. Is that thing loaded?
I don't say nothing else, you don't need motive.
Yeah used to hold hands; now we've been folding.
Mmh, try to play us like I didn't notice.
Hey, gonna light 'em all like explosives, I told you.
Baby, what color is your parachute?
You wanna love me, you embarrassed, too.
I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills; if I go, then I die real.
Talking to ya's like walking through a **** minefield.
High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel.
Talking to ya's like walking through a ****, walking through a ****.
I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills; if I go, then I die real.
Talking to ya's like walking through a **** minefield.
High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel.
Talking to ya's like walking through a ****, walking through a **** minefield.
Talking 'bout a kiss when your lips got a little gloss.
Don't gotta talk, 'cause the vibe that you giving off.
Withdrawals from the talks, we had different thoughts.
Stain from the pain of the thing had to get it off.
I been overthinking 'bout it.
Do you really love me? Doubt it.
Guess there ain't no way around it.
Captured by grace, all the while you.
Try to keep a straight face, looking at me sideways.
Hand on your bible, other on your rifle.
Got 'em both beside you, but that's for survival.
I feel I ain't even gotta pop pills; if I go, then I die real.
Talking to ya's like walking through a **** minefield.
High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still, tell me you feel how I feel.
Talking to ya's like walking through a ****, walking through a **** minefield.