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You saw me spinning from the corner of your eye
You saw me spinnin' like it's 1965
You saw me spinnin' from the corner of your eye

And you touched my neck
You're a beauty baby child
I never had nobody touch me like I'm glass.
You had me spinnin' in the midnight summer grass.

We can build a tree house in the pine trees
We can keep our secrets buried underneath
Wild flowers crushed between your fingers
Clinging to the wild things that raised us

Compass points your home,
Calling out from the east
Compass points you anywhere

I went out walking, humming a song for my baby
He's on my mind, I'm passing the time while he's far away
He doesn't know it, it's how I show him I care
Moving my body, throwing my hands in the air
I looked around to make sure nobody saw me crying
'Cause if he were here right now, he would look at me and he would say
Say, say, say
I just wanna dance for love

[Verse 1]

Pink toes press against the carpet
Show your face and finish what you started
The record spins down the alley, late night
Be my friend, surround me like a satellite

[Pre-Chorus]

Pink toes pressed against the carpet
Show your face and finish what you started
The record spins down the alley late night
Be my friend, surround me like a satellite

Tiger on the prowl
EAST OF EDEN
Coming for you now

Real love is the only way to start
Illuminate the shadows of my heart
The city is the only place to go
But we can take it fast or take it slow
When we move across the floor
We are golden for sure
We live in a world, rich and the poor
People are crying, we can't ignore it

Ahh, ahh
I wanna be on the front line, nodding up suit ties
Talking like a headstrong mamma
Got a picture in your wallet,
Making me a habbit wearin’ your vintage t-shirt
Tied ribbons on your top pad,
Tellin’ me I’m all that, just like the girls from your hometown
Sweet blooded and up-stranded, see if I can stand it, drinking in the shallow water

I wanna be on the front line
Knotted up suit ties
Talkin' like a headstrong mama
Gotta picture in your wallet
Makin' me a habit
Wearin' your vintage t-shirt
Tie ribbons on ya top hat
Tellin' me I'm all that

I wanna be on the front line, knotted up suit ties
Talking like a headstrong mamma
Got a picture in your wallet
Making me a habit, wearing your vintage t-shirt
Tied ribbons on your top hat
Telling me I'm all that, just like the girls from your hometown
Sweet blooded and up-stranded, see
If I can stand it, shrinking in the shallow water

When I was 17, my father said to me
A wealthy man had the things I wanted
Coal miner's diamond ring, the house he built for me
I made a promise to keep them haunted, and I

[Pre-Chorus]
Blue dress, satin black
Taking every piece of my soul

I want you mean like a disco fever
Sound of your heart tells me you're a believer
Hot like the sun in the middle of winter
Burning with love, maybe you're the receiver
If it gets too hot, you're begging to stop
Now you're playing my game, my game
Is it a shock, when you're not on top
Now you're playing my game, my game

On a bird on a plane now its easier

Minimize fantasize of a heart that works

Girls and boys they enjoy

In a love that destroys

People are strangers
I'm getting stranger
The moment they want to get closer
I push them further
You're only alone for a little while
So do what you can to sit back and smile
They tell you that they'll never tell you a lie
Put you in a spell to get you on their side

I don't wanna be touched by the fear in your eyes
I don't wanna be left for my demons to find
When the leaves are gone and the beating's song
Brings the world bang drums
[x2]
Tell me you, will hold me in the golden afterlife
Yeah, you
You don't have to die alone tonight

I'm gonna fight 'em all
A nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette

You got those scissors from the draw
You never dug so deep before
If I stop trying, we start dying
You're cutting me out, baby who you fighting?

Who you fighting?
Who you fighting?

Believe me now you're too young girl
Cherry pie and your gold curls
Growin' up like a grapevine
Wrapped around you in due time

O-woah O-woah O-woah O-woah

Sweet Ophelia,