Testo HANDS ON MY NECK - Saint Vice
Testo della canzone HANDS ON MY NECK (Saint Vice), tratta dall'album BAD CHOICES
The Palo Santo smoke is curling in the corner of the ceiling
You're breathing deep
It's a feverish feeling, I'm leaning on the steel and it's reeling
Before the leap
I'm tracing a map on your shoulder with my thumb
You're numb
Closing the gap till the panic is the only thing we feel
Now we're finding out that every other part of us was never even real
Put your hands on my neck and just pull me in
While you bend on my bed committing a sin
Doing the things that you said you would
Never even think about doing with me
I'm locking the deadbolt, killing the static
It's almost dramatic
The sweat on your skin makes the tension erotic
The way you get naughty
It got me lunatic
Of your body I'm an addict
I'm tracing a map on your shoulder with my thumb
You're numb
Closing the gap till the panic is the only thing we feel
Now we're finding out that every other part of us was never even real
Put your hands on my neck and just pull me in
While you bend on my bed committing a sin
Doing the things that you said you would
Never even think about doing with me
Put your hands on my neck and just pull me in
While you bend on my bed committing a sin
Doing the things that you said you would
Never even think about doing with me
I'm locking the deadbolt, killing the static
It's almost dramatic
The sweat on your skin makes the tension erotic
The way you get naughty
It got me lunatic
Now we're finding out that every other part of us was never even real
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Writer(s): Gustavo Ovalles, Nikita Stepanov, Jan Engelmaier
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