White China March Paroles

spun out of control
Ain't got the voice, baby
I just got the soul

Wild eyes go green
on keen and I will always follow you
when the road gets cold
we'll lock ourselves indoors
then we'll grow our hair down to the floor
ditch our jobs and lose our clothes
but our catch is
all we need is you and me alone

Ain't no delicate devils
ain't no new hustle or thrill
In a pale glimmer
gotta find out why I'm here
small white on my chest, baby
sick of the sun's ghostly veins
ain't scared of no fire, honey the clock and stops blinding brains and hot again
to love ya til the ground coughs up our bones
through mortal spit and stone
our piloting will make our home
for you and me alone