Myxtape Of Love Songtext
von Myths of a Thistle

Oh, we gotta stay strong, we gotta go on
Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun
Make a fool of ourselves in order to help
Order an order to flirt with our death
A mixtape of love a handful of god
You are mine in a complex of thoughts
Oh-ohohoh

I only talk in Spanish with my mates
The language that solely consists of words like true love and hate
Terrific dancers scatter the streets
Muscular men chat up bullfighting ladies with pompadour cheeks
And that is all that I′ll ever need


Oh, we gotta stay strong, we gotta go on
Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun
Make a fool of ourselves in order to help
Order an order to flirt with our death
A mixtape of love a handful of god
You are mine in a complex of thoughts
Oh-ohohoh

Camino Camaro come up on your feet
Rise from the hot innuendo of Hemingway dreams
The damage already disguised its seeds
Let's leave for the party, eat ocean fish, make love to the beast
And that is all that we′ll ever need

Oh, we gotta stay strong we gotta go on
Gentrify the part of us that wants to have fun
Make a fool of ourselves in order to help
Order an order to flirt with our death
A mixtape of love a handful of god
You are mine in a complex of thoughts
Oh-ohohoh