Short Bursts
My blood went cold
You said come on
Who cares be bold
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor
You looked at me
My lips went dry
You said come on
make do or die
We'll leave before your head will hit the floor
You looked at me
My blood went red
You said come on
make do be dead
We'll leave before our hands will hit your face
So come on in
You're looking rough
You're telling me you've had it tough
So take your hands
So take your hands off my chest
Sit back, sit back
Loosen your ties
Loosen your knots
Sit back, sit back
Loosen your neck
And fill your lungs
Sit back, sit back
Loosen your ties
Loosen your knots
Sit back, sit back
Loosen your neck
And fill your lungs
Sit back, sit back
Loosen your tongue
And loosen your lips
Sit back, sit back
Loosen your tongue
And loosen those lips
Your silence is bearable
But only in short bursts
And then it becomes uncomfortable
Your silence is bearable
But only in short bursts
And then it becomes uncomfortable
You looked at me
My blood went cold
You said come on
Who cares be bold
We'll leave before our blood will hit the floor
And we'll teach you to die
Writer/s: We Were Promised Jetpacks