Wrong from Contraband by OILBARON
Tracklist
| 1. | Wrong | 5:24 |
Lyrics
Is she good, is she good, on the beach is she good.
Making you feel small like she should
Minuscule, glimmering through
Intact, pitch black
Brazen bull, blazing fuel
Blazing bull, blazing view
Have to hate it
As she encapsulates you
But it will feel all so right
She watches you fall out and slip back
But you’ll see her smiling on the roof with
No money, though he holds the gold
No body, she folds the soul
Oddly cold behind the eyes that
Toe the line and don’t defy
I float free, though she’ll overgrow
She holds me, she takes control
A universal urbanite
When I’m underneath her blurry bright
Im Clutching in, what she’s stretching thin
And its fucking her up just to balance me
As the summer ends, and the embers burn
And she devotes herself to entropy
Is she wrong, is she wrong
Ive been holding on
To an alien for way too long
But I clutch still, as she dissolves
Back into space where she belongs
Back into space where she belongs
No money, though he holds the gold
No body, she folds the soul
Oddly cold behind the eyes that
Toe the line and don’t defy
I float free, though she’ll overgrow
She holds me, she takes control
A universal urbanite
When I’m underneath her blurry bright
