4 years ago
Ice
Lyrics
Red's a joy but blue is the true thrill
You see: not to show is not to know
Didn't tell you about the green pill
Bandage on your nineteenth body blow
In a queue with the newly lovesick
Got lost in the thirteenth afterglow
Caught using the Devil's walking stick
He doesn't like you using his stuff
Pole by pole, spoon to bowl, brick for brick
On the edge of town the smooth is rough
A velvet hand in an iron glove
All the wicks will be lit soon enough
I took treasure from the suns above
And gave it to all the ones I love
Writer(s): Matt Browning, Paul Tyler, Pete Aylett
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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