The Love We’re Breathing In Lyrics by Alex Vargas
No, I don’t understand you
Saying that you feel like paper
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No, I don’t understand you
Saying that you feel like paper
You keep saying there’s no time
You keep following your mind
Toast under pickles and things in between
Coffee comes fast by design
And now you wanna sleep alone
Don’t you, dear?
Ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah
Well I wish I could be someone
But I’m a slow bullet in a fast gun
Lost at the bottom of a candy bowl
We’re fresh out the rush where we found gold
Is this our threshold
Is this all we’ll ever know