Ill Fit Songtext
von Wave Machines
Ill Fit Songtext
Thanking my guns I didn′t make you
To make my shine about my silhouette
It's inside of the preset
It′s inside but with all that
A silhouette makes stronger
But my shadow looks longer
It can meet you around the corner
It can meet you around the corner
I dance like a ill fit
Sweating like a tight grip
Bite on red lip, holding
Stick when I should split
Flip like I've been hit
Clumsy, ill fit, holding it
They told me ... a fix fight
And I should jump from a great height
It's so quiet when you′re in flight
Like a dream that you realize
Each piece of my inside
It′s trying to pull me to the other side
It's not someone I can rush aside
Like a crush on beside
I dance like a ill fit
Sweating like a tight grip
Bite on red lip, holding
Stick when I should split
Flip like I′ve been hit
Clumsy, ill fit, holding it
I'll crack your heart core
And I feel it, stripped into your feeling
This place I long for
Feel it when the ...in the blood runs cold
I dance like a ill fit
Swearing like a tight grip
Bite on red lip, holding
Stick when I should split
Flip like I′ve been hit
Clumsy, ill fit, holding it
To make my shine about my silhouette
It's inside of the preset
It′s inside but with all that
A silhouette makes stronger
But my shadow looks longer
It can meet you around the corner
It can meet you around the corner
I dance like a ill fit
Sweating like a tight grip
Bite on red lip, holding
Stick when I should split
Flip like I've been hit
Clumsy, ill fit, holding it
They told me ... a fix fight
And I should jump from a great height
It's so quiet when you′re in flight
Like a dream that you realize
Each piece of my inside
It′s trying to pull me to the other side
It's not someone I can rush aside
Like a crush on beside
I dance like a ill fit
Sweating like a tight grip
Bite on red lip, holding
Stick when I should split
Flip like I′ve been hit
Clumsy, ill fit, holding it
I'll crack your heart core
And I feel it, stripped into your feeling
This place I long for
Feel it when the ...in the blood runs cold
I dance like a ill fit
Swearing like a tight grip
Bite on red lip, holding
Stick when I should split
Flip like I′ve been hit
Clumsy, ill fit, holding it
Writer(s): Tim Bruzon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com