Everything i heard that night
Would fall into a category
Vicious
Or as gentle as a lamb
Vipers on the bedroom floor
Are waiting for the perfect moment
In my dreams their fangs close on my hand
Our heads are in the clouds and love is a world
Where half of us are cool
And half of us are cursed
No need to explain
A small misunderstanding
Buried underground
We live in a world where
Half of us are born
And half of us will burn
Will you
Kill the flame
Or light the roman candle
Terrible and fascinating
Stricken by your charming manner
Welcoming the adder to my door
Watching program after program
Passive as an alligator
Gorging at the plate you still want more
In a wave and i'm out of breath
As i brace for the final curtain
And i call out
On a wave and it's ten feet tall
Fallin down like its second nature
Turning backwards
BRETT - Roman Candle Lyrics
BRETT - Roman Candle Lyrics
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Everything i heard that night
Would fall into a category
Vicious
Or as gentle as a lamb
Vipers on the bedroom floor
Are waiting for the perfect moment
In my dreams their fangs close on my hand
Our heads are in the clouds and love is a world
Where half of us are cool
And half of us are cursed
No need to explain
A small misunderstanding
Buried underground
We live in a world where
Half of us are born
And half of us will burn
Will you
Kill the flame
Or light the roman candle
Terrible and fascinating
Stricken by your charming manner
Welcoming the adder to my door
Watching program after program
Passive as an alligator
Gorging at the plate you still want more
In a wave and i'm out of breath
As i brace for the final curtain
And i call out
On a wave and it's ten feet tall
Fallin down like its second nature
Turning backwards
Would fall into a category
Vicious
Or as gentle as a lamb
Vipers on the bedroom floor
Are waiting for the perfect moment
In my dreams their fangs close on my hand
Our heads are in the clouds and love is a world
Where half of us are cool
And half of us are cursed
No need to explain
A small misunderstanding
Buried underground
We live in a world where
Half of us are born
And half of us will burn
Will you
Kill the flame
Or light the roman candle
Terrible and fascinating
Stricken by your charming manner
Welcoming the adder to my door
Watching program after program
Passive as an alligator
Gorging at the plate you still want more
In a wave and i'm out of breath
As i brace for the final curtain
And i call out
On a wave and it's ten feet tall
Fallin down like its second nature
Turning backwards
Writer: Brett
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