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LYRICS
Oh I know how to levitate up off my feet,
And ever since the seventh grade I learned to fire-breathe,
And though I feed on things that fell,
You can learn to levitate with just a little help,
Learn to levitate with just a little help.
Come down, come down,
Cowards only come through when the hour’s late,
And everyone’s asleep, mind you,
Now, show up, show up,
I know I shouldn’t say this,
But a curse from you is all that I would need right now, man.
Danger in the fabric of this thing I made,
I probably shouldnt show you but it’s way too late,
My heart is with you hiding but my minds not made,
Now they know it like we both knew for some time Id say.
They’re smirking at fresh blood, theyre circling above,
But this is not enough,
Yeah this is not what you thought,
No, no we are not just graffiti on a passing train,
I got back what I once bought back,
In that slot I wont need to replace.
This culture is a poacher of overexposure, not today,
Dont feed me to the vultures, I am a vulture who feeds on pain.
Sleep in a well-lit room, dont let the shadow through,
And sever all I knew. Yeah sever all,
I thought I could depend on, my weekends,
On the freezing ground that Im sleeping on,
Please keep me from, please keep me down from the ledges,
Better test it, wooden wedges under doorways,
Keep your wooden wedges under doors.
Chorus, verse, chorus, verse,
Now here comes the eight. Wait, habits here too,
Youre the worst, your structure compensates,
But compensation feels a lot like rising up to dominate,
By track two, at least they all know all they hear comes from a place.
Yeah
I been tryna call
I been on my own for long enough
Maybe you can show me how to love, maybe
Im going through withdrawals
You dont even have to do too much
You can turn me on with just a touch, baby
I look around and Sin Citys cold and empty (oh)
No ones around to judge me (oh)
I cant see clearly when youre gone
I said, ooh, Im blinded by the lights
No, I cant sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, Im drowning in the night
Oh, when Im like this, youre the one I trust
Hey, hey, hey
Im running out of time
Cause I can see the sun light up the sky
So I hit the road in overdrive, baby
Oh, the citys cold and empty (oh)
No ones around to judge me (oh)
I cant see clearly when youre gone
I said, ooh, Im blinded by the lights
No, I cant sleep until I feel your touch
I said, ooh, Im drowning in the night
Oh, when Im like this, youre the one I trust
Im just walking by to let you know (by to let you know)
I can never say it on the phone (say it on the phone)
Will never let you go this time (ooh)
I said, ooh, Im blinded by the lights
No, I cant sleep until I feel your touch
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
I said, ooh, Im blinded by the lights
No, I cant sleep until I feel your touch
℗ A Blasé Boys Club / Virgin EMI Records recording; ℗ 2019 Adam Dyment, under exclusive license to Universal Music Operations Limited
Released on: 2019-02-22
Producer, Associated Performer, Drum Programming, Keyboards: Duke Dumont
Studio Personnel, Mixer: Kevin Grainger
Studio Personnel, Mastering Engineer: Kevin Granger
Associated Performer, Vocals: Shaun Ross
Composer Lyricist: Adam Dyment
Composer Lyricist: Shaun Ross
Composer Lyricist: Rush Davis
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