Splinters in the Fire Songtext
von Husky
Splinters in the Fire Songtext
Listen to your heart beat
I feel the night move underneath your petticoat
Yesterday′s runaways
We still believe in everything we ever wrote
Watching aeroplanes flying fast and flying low
Creeping through the starlit streets, forever never knows
Splinters in the fire, summer days in the smoke
Splinters in the fire, anyway
You wanna get high, I wanna get low
You wanna go fast, I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
Red blood cellophane
My little hurricane, now you're on a warpath
Sucking on that moonshine
You say you need time, but you′re moving very fast
Watching aeroplanes flying fast and flying low
Creeping through the starlit streets, forever never knows
Splinters in the fire, summer days in the smoke
Splinters in the fire, anyway
You wanna get high, I wanna get low
You wanna go fast, I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
Broken dreams make your money
This could be your last dance
Broken hearts make your money
This could be your last romance
Broken brains make your money
This could be your last chance
Broken wings make your money
This could be your last dance
Splinters in the fire, summer days in the smoke
Splinters in the fire, anyway
You wanna get high, I wanna get low
You wanna go fast, I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I feel the night move underneath your petticoat
Yesterday′s runaways
We still believe in everything we ever wrote
Watching aeroplanes flying fast and flying low
Creeping through the starlit streets, forever never knows
Splinters in the fire, summer days in the smoke
Splinters in the fire, anyway
You wanna get high, I wanna get low
You wanna go fast, I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
Red blood cellophane
My little hurricane, now you're on a warpath
Sucking on that moonshine
You say you need time, but you′re moving very fast
Watching aeroplanes flying fast and flying low
Creeping through the starlit streets, forever never knows
Splinters in the fire, summer days in the smoke
Splinters in the fire, anyway
You wanna get high, I wanna get low
You wanna go fast, I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
Broken dreams make your money
This could be your last dance
Broken hearts make your money
This could be your last romance
Broken brains make your money
This could be your last chance
Broken wings make your money
This could be your last dance
Splinters in the fire, summer days in the smoke
Splinters in the fire, anyway
You wanna get high, I wanna get low
You wanna go fast, I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
I wanna go slow
Writer(s): Chaskiel Gawenda, Gideon Preiss Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com