Maribou State, Holly Walker - Tongue

No light when I ask you, that’s a shame

No high better than you, easy

I’m tripping over my own tongue

Lie!

Desire, like an illness, chokes me

You lit me up so smoke me



You made it so obvious that you’re not in love

You never gave a damn bout us cos you’re not in love



No time to regret this, what we’ve done

Still I second guess it, cold feet

I’m tripping over my own tongue

Lie!

Love has been and gone and now I’m numb