Panic Songtext
von Mud Flow
Panic Songtext
My love, my love
I hope someday I find a way to talk to you
′Cause you're a star, the Brighton star
If you′re one of them, then I suppose that you're ideal
I swear, I swear
My love, my love
I find somewhere a better place for you to stay
'Cause you′re a star, I call you my star
If you get bored, if I′m naive, I'll let you go
I′ve got panic
It's a trick
But it′s nice what a game
It's erotic
Automatic
What a game, what a mess
But someday I will surely find the way
It′s bringing me down
Tonight, tonight
Tonight I sleep until the morning turns the light down
Something is wrong I'm never satisfied
Tonight, oh tonight I sleep until I die
I've got panic
It′s a trick
But it′s nice what a game
It's erotic
Automatic
What a game, what a mess
It′s bringing me down it's bringing me down
I′ve got panic
It's a trick
But it′s nice what a game
It's erotic
Automatic
What a game, what a mess
I hope someday I find a way to talk to you
′Cause you're a star, the Brighton star
If you′re one of them, then I suppose that you're ideal
I swear, I swear
My love, my love
I find somewhere a better place for you to stay
'Cause you′re a star, I call you my star
If you get bored, if I′m naive, I'll let you go
I′ve got panic
It's a trick
But it′s nice what a game
It's erotic
Automatic
What a game, what a mess
But someday I will surely find the way
It′s bringing me down
Tonight, tonight
Tonight I sleep until the morning turns the light down
Something is wrong I'm never satisfied
Tonight, oh tonight I sleep until I die
I've got panic
It′s a trick
But it′s nice what a game
It's erotic
Automatic
What a game, what a mess
It′s bringing me down it's bringing me down
I′ve got panic
It's a trick
But it′s nice what a game
It's erotic
Automatic
What a game, what a mess
Writer(s): Charles Horace Mcmahon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

