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Until Our Feet Bleed Video (MV)




Performed By: Tyla
Length: 3:37
Written by: Tyla Owen




Tyla - Until Our Feet Bleed Lyrics




We decorate ourselves like we're an Oscar Wilde interior
Heading down the cruising grounds, you make me feel superior
My hips against your hips I feel a ribcage wild with ecstasy
Shattered diamonds beneath our feet
The finest wine spilled over me

We dance among the broken hearts
We can't see them we're worlds apart
You and me that's all I need
Just dance with me 'til our feet bleed

I won't leave till our feet bleed
(This is the rhythm of our generation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Disorientation of our situation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Addicted to you and your gracious invasion)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Terrified by my own infatuation)

Gonna blow my brains out with this little shot in front of me
We talk with tongues but we don't make a single sound, we are free
Swaying to the beat of the drums
Its carnal rhythm makes us feel the rush
This place gets straight and trashy but it's the perfect place for us

We dance among the broken hearts
We can't see them we're worlds apart
You and me that's all I need
Just dance with me 'til our feet bleed

I won't leave till our feet bleed
(This is the rhythm of our generation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Disorientation of our situation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Addicted to you and your gracious invasion)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Terrified by my own infatuation)

Trip over your feet I hit the floor
Sink your teeth into my shoulder blade
Cut into my skin
Draw blood from me
You're my own sin
You're all I need

I won't leave till our feet bleed
(This is the rhythm of our generation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Disorientation of our situation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Addicted to you and your gracious invasion)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Terrified by my own infatuation)
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We decorate ourselves like we're an Oscar Wilde interior
Heading down the cruising grounds, you make me feel superior
My hips against your hips I feel a ribcage wild with ecstasy
Shattered diamonds beneath our feet
The finest wine spilled over me

We dance among the broken hearts
We can't see them we're worlds apart
You and me that's all I need
Just dance with me 'til our feet bleed

I won't leave till our feet bleed
(This is the rhythm of our generation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Disorientation of our situation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Addicted to you and your gracious invasion)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Terrified by my own infatuation)

Gonna blow my brains out with this little shot in front of me
We talk with tongues but we don't make a single sound, we are free
Swaying to the beat of the drums
Its carnal rhythm makes us feel the rush
This place gets straight and trashy but it's the perfect place for us

We dance among the broken hearts
We can't see them we're worlds apart
You and me that's all I need
Just dance with me 'til our feet bleed

I won't leave till our feet bleed
(This is the rhythm of our generation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Disorientation of our situation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Addicted to you and your gracious invasion)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Terrified by my own infatuation)

Trip over your feet I hit the floor
Sink your teeth into my shoulder blade
Cut into my skin
Draw blood from me
You're my own sin
You're all I need

I won't leave till our feet bleed
(This is the rhythm of our generation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Disorientation of our situation)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Addicted to you and your gracious invasion)
I won't leave till our feet bleed
(Terrified by my own infatuation)
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Writer: Tyla Owen
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