الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Some kind of light
at the end
When touching
the edge of her skin
Once so hard to speak
Now so easy to play around
Catching your eye you know
That eye that slapped you in your face
calls you a puppy
Well how do you say
I was hypnotized
Hypnotized
My words, they pour
Like children to the playground
Children to the playground
You make me smile
There's some kind of light at the end
Stoned, forgetful, and then
I'm drinking what used to be sin
And touching the edge of her skin
