Grass can cover that
I also run hot and cold
I’m turning against you
A lump of amber encapsulates us
I also run hot and cold
Dream that I am sweet
A lump of amber encapsulates us
Unable to turn it off
Dream that I am sweet
And I’ll tell you:
Unable to turn it off
If you’re the victim I’m the executioner.
And I’ll tell you:
I’m turning against you
If you’re the victim I’m the executioner.
Grass can cover that