Wildcat Songtext
von Pretty Girls Make Graves

Violet, it bleeds purple behind lucid eyes
Negatives flash reverse of real life
Promises made with India ink
Bit your lip there′s a flush in your cheeks

Hold it, hold it
Hold it, hold it


Mercury pir of travelers and thieves
Grant us speed, wisdom, and winged feet
Flying through the night, thunderbolt blinding temporary
Born of foam, we ride through moon colored streets
There's lightening in our hair

Wildcat
Turn the volume turn the tone
Wildcat
I′m in stereo

Pull me close, tell it will always feel so right
In the cold chill of a crisp October night
Can you take a moment turn it infinite?
Tell me, love is eternal