Middle Of Things, Beautiful Wife (Sango)

Oooh, yeah oh oh
Big old dreams in real life
Crown king and this beautiful wife

we don’t like to sit in our throne, no
Truth beats all, we’re never home.

Maybe because there is
a whole world just waiting for us,
Many things created by the God we trust.

And It’s a shame, it’s a shame
We don’t even sleep in hotels,
We’ve been in the plane,
On the plane

I wanna go to London, Tokyo, Paris , LA!
New York, China Town, Sydney, Spain!
London, Tokyo, Paris , LA
New York, China Town, Sydney, Spain!
Oh!

Right there in the middle of the things
Right there in the middle of the things with me.
Right there in the middle of the things It’s you, oh!
OK.
Right there in the middle of the things
Right there in the middle of the things with me.
Right there in the middle of the things It’s you, uuuh!

Read more:  Sango – Middle Of Things, Beautiful Wife Lyrics | MetroLyrics

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Heartbeats

One night to be confused

One night to speed up truth

We had a promise made

Four hands and then away

 

Both under influence

We had divine scent

To know what to say

Mind is a razor blade
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough

For me, no
One night of magic rush

The start a simple touch

One night to push and scream

And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes

The colors red and blue

We had a promise made

We were in love
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough

For me, no
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough
And you, you knew the hands of the devil

And you, kept us awake with wolf teeth

Sharing different heartbeats

In one night
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough

For me, no
To call for hands of above

To lean on

Wouldn’t be good enough

For me, no

Pills

it has been harder than normal to swallow my regret today. and something is in the corner of my mouth, and I think it’s a pill i just can’t seem to get down. It taste like fear but has the sensation of disappointment. But something about the way it is stuck in the back of my throat kind of tastes like self loathing. I’m usually good at taking medicine. It was been uncommonly hard to swallow these pills today. And the lump in my throat just keeps getting bigger. I need to find a way to swallow. Because these emotions are escaping their hiding place and falling out of my mouth at a rate that is alarmingly rapid.