Cloud 9

You kissed me, I shivered I got goosebumps all over my skin You took me onto the couch Your tongue still wandering on me What sort of sins are you doing with me What are your fingers made of They know how to create some good memories They must be made of gold Cards on the table, no one is playing Lights are going down And everybody is leaving We are the only ones remaining here Don’t tell me you’re going To let me, to let me down Please stay here a little bit longer Could you love me, love me better Please take me in your arms And look at me in the eyes Imperfect lovers, hell yes we are But I think it’s fine You had your head under My skirt, trying to flirt You pulled my hair back down Then acted like nothing happened I want to lose myself in the darkest of nights Even if it eats me alive I know that’s what everyone calls feeling of love That costs more than a million pieces of gold Catch my hand, lie to my face Tell me you’re sorry even if you don’t mean it Please stay here a little bit longer Could you love me, love me better Please take me in your arms And look at me in the eyes Imperfect lovers, hell yes we are But I think it’s fine What sort of sins are you doing with me? What are your fingers made of? Gold