Lose Control Songtext
von Pumarosa
Lose Control Songtext
I love you but my head is on front-to-back
I want you but my heart is on the other side of the tracks
I miss you but I′m not gonna call
'Cause my head′s on backwards
And I'm climbing up the walls
Desire, is that what's coming over me?
This rising tide when all I wanna do
Is set the water free
Who made these rules? Who cut these keys?
Well, they don′t fit me
′Cause my head's on backwards
And I′m trying to get free
So I choose to lose control
Yeah, here comes the feeling
So I choose to lose control
Scrape myself off the ceiling
Sometimes I fuck shit up
Just to check that I'm breathing
′Til it's all in pieces
′Til it's all in pieces, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Were we perfect? Maybe too much together
Was it worth it? For this change in the weather
What if I drive this car fast?
Her hands over my eyes
I find I'm smiling, though I can′t see
So I choose to lose control
Yeah, here comes the feeling
Yeah, I choose to lose control
Scrape myself off the ceiling
I break it into pieces
If it′s the real thing
'Til it′s all in pieces
'Til it′s all in pieces, yeah
So I choose to lose control
Yeah, here comes the feeling
And I choose to lose control
Scrape myself off the ceiling
Sometimes I fuck shit up
Just to know that I'm breathing
′Til it's all in pieces
'Til it′s all in pieces, ahh, ahh, ahh
I want you but my heart is on the other side of the tracks
I miss you but I′m not gonna call
'Cause my head′s on backwards
And I'm climbing up the walls
Desire, is that what's coming over me?
This rising tide when all I wanna do
Is set the water free
Who made these rules? Who cut these keys?
Well, they don′t fit me
′Cause my head's on backwards
And I′m trying to get free
So I choose to lose control
Yeah, here comes the feeling
So I choose to lose control
Scrape myself off the ceiling
Sometimes I fuck shit up
Just to check that I'm breathing
′Til it's all in pieces
′Til it's all in pieces, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Were we perfect? Maybe too much together
Was it worth it? For this change in the weather
What if I drive this car fast?
Her hands over my eyes
I find I'm smiling, though I can′t see
So I choose to lose control
Yeah, here comes the feeling
Yeah, I choose to lose control
Scrape myself off the ceiling
I break it into pieces
If it′s the real thing
'Til it′s all in pieces
'Til it′s all in pieces, yeah
So I choose to lose control
Yeah, here comes the feeling
And I choose to lose control
Scrape myself off the ceiling
Sometimes I fuck shit up
Just to know that I'm breathing
′Til it's all in pieces
'Til it′s all in pieces, ahh, ahh, ahh
Writer(s): James Neville, Nicholas Owen, Isabel Munoz-newsome, John Forster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com