Oh what a figure!
You cut through ice with just a piece of the curve
I'm steady on the trigger
But now I can't recall the sequence of words
And with a one-two step I conjure what's left
I'm near enough to only be heard
And with a shallow breath I aim for who's left
Maybe it's you that I crash into
[chorus]
One shot is going wrong
I'm having trouble breathing
Tomorrow's a goner
Can't wait any longer
Black out she lights up the room
Dropped down right beside her
But I'm carried by the clouds of perfume
Back to the base camp--face plant
But my nights are never over this soon
And then a sugar glance has got me entranced
My nerves are coming back to the herd
And with a secret grin I know that I'm in
This time it's you that I crash into
[chorus]
And just like that like she changed the whole track
And floated to my side of the world
We hit it off like that and never looked back
This time it's you that I crash into
[chorus]
credits
from Automation,
released October 31, 2011
Erik Vorkink - vocals, guitar, bass, keys
Scott Eley - drums
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