When I talk to myself I know somebody's listening
My mirror a casting director auditioning
Running my lines, I'm increasingly wistful
A mock execution, a pink water pistol
And if I had five minutes on Earth with you left
I would keep playing dead until you were impressed
So that I'd not make promises I couldn't keep anymore
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
When digital gangsters were stealing your innocence
I put an order in just to show insolence
Then they got caught and I felt like a failure
So loved you so loud they could hear in Australia
And then I had five minutes on Earth with you left
But I kept playing dead until you were impressed
So that I'd not make promises I couldn't keep anymore
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
Every inch of you built like the Mecca
Bacon, secret sauce, cheese, double decker
You're the best thing they've got on the menu
Want you while you're still warm
Want you so much that it's become the norm
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
Remember that night taking Mexican ecstasy?
Codeine, corrido and crashing out next to me
Can't call a cab and I can't read your reply
The Tower of London cut off my free Wi-Fi
So now we've got five minutes on Earth with them left
Let's just keep playing dead until they are impressed
So that we won't make promises we cannot keep anymore
The Vaccines - Pink Water Pistols Lyrics
The Vaccines - Pink Water Pistols Lyrics
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When I talk to myself I know somebody's listening
My mirror a casting director auditioning
Running my lines, I'm increasingly wistful
A mock execution, a pink water pistol
And if I had five minutes on Earth with you left
I would keep playing dead until you were impressed
So that I'd not make promises I couldn't keep anymore
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
When digital gangsters were stealing your innocence
I put an order in just to show insolence
Then they got caught and I felt like a failure
So loved you so loud they could hear in Australia
And then I had five minutes on Earth with you left
But I kept playing dead until you were impressed
So that I'd not make promises I couldn't keep anymore
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
Every inch of you built like the Mecca
Bacon, secret sauce, cheese, double decker
You're the best thing they've got on the menu
Want you while you're still warm
Want you so much that it's become the norm
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
Remember that night taking Mexican ecstasy?
Codeine, corrido and crashing out next to me
Can't call a cab and I can't read your reply
The Tower of London cut off my free Wi-Fi
So now we've got five minutes on Earth with them left
Let's just keep playing dead until they are impressed
So that we won't make promises we cannot keep anymore
My mirror a casting director auditioning
Running my lines, I'm increasingly wistful
A mock execution, a pink water pistol
And if I had five minutes on Earth with you left
I would keep playing dead until you were impressed
So that I'd not make promises I couldn't keep anymore
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
When digital gangsters were stealing your innocence
I put an order in just to show insolence
Then they got caught and I felt like a failure
So loved you so loud they could hear in Australia
And then I had five minutes on Earth with you left
But I kept playing dead until you were impressed
So that I'd not make promises I couldn't keep anymore
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
Every inch of you built like the Mecca
Bacon, secret sauce, cheese, double decker
You're the best thing they've got on the menu
Want you while you're still warm
Want you so much that it's become the norm
I've been working on my mind's interior design
Tryna give this place a little light
Sometimes it feels like I just can't get anything right
But I'd sit in a windowless room every day
Tryna see everything through
If I thought it would give me a panoramic view of you
Remember that night taking Mexican ecstasy?
Codeine, corrido and crashing out next to me
Can't call a cab and I can't read your reply
The Tower of London cut off my free Wi-Fi
So now we've got five minutes on Earth with them left
Let's just keep playing dead until they are impressed
So that we won't make promises we cannot keep anymore
Writer: Alan Dale Boyd, Arni Hjorvar Arnason, Freddie Clayton Cowan, Justin James Hayward-Young, Timothy Andrew Lanham, William Anthony John Bloomfield, Yoann Intonti
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.