ian morrison untitled #3 şarkı sözleri
Angry shape of those headlights reminds me of somebody's face
It's on the tip of my tongue, but I can't place it
Someone is hot on the trail, they're starting to tail it
And I've got this feeling they won't tell for the love of a secret
To rest in the heart of delusion
God knows I love it there
It's simple, low maintenance
The sharpened teeth you grin and bare
