Lyric And Video New Beat Fund - How To Have A Halloween Birthdaze
The moon is a cowboy, stars shoot at our feet. Dressed up like our heroes, how stupid were we?
I'm planting you questions, and you're digging' up bones. There's a mouth in my stomach and it's singing your song.
I float off into the ceiling. I got your taste now, its on my tongue.
You know you got me, know that you got me.
I just hope that you want me, hope that you want me.
So don't blow out the light that lights up my face,
and make every night my Halloween Birthday.
..or is this a done day.
The things that you measure, are the moments you waste. Islands of vultures put life in your veins.
If I was a table, would you pull up a chair? In a room full of eyes, would you seek out my stare.
I float off into the ceiling. I got your taste now, its on my tongue.
You know you got me, know that you got me.
I just hope that you want me, hope that you want me.
So don't blow out the light that lights up my face,
and make every night my Halloween Birthday.
..or is this a done day.
Alone we are, together not. Look into a melting clock.
Step into the unknown, and on and on and off we go.
You know you got me, know that you got me.
I just hope that you want me, hope that you want me.
So don't blow out the light that lights up my face,
and make every night my Halloween Birthday.
..or is this a done day.
New Beat Fund - How To Have A Halloween Birthdaze Lyric And Video
