Use Your Lips Songtext
von Winter Gloves

Poker suit burns yourself alive
Casino chip sleeping in a bag
I skipped a city trying not to cry
I sneak myself, I′m begging for a ride
Or something

Kiss your lips, look me in the eye
A fish bowl begging for a ride
I trust the table, trying not to cry

I got a feeling it's about time
And all the reasons are leading to a brick wall
I drag my feet over a crooked line

Save yourself working nine to five
A trip up to the middle east
I skip the city trying not to cry

I got a feeling it′s about time
And all the reasons are leading to a brick wall
I drag my feet over a crooked line


I got a feeling it's a lack of flexibility
The dam's so sick, I take your hand for the next trip
I got a feeling it′s a lack of flexibility
The dam′s so sick, I take your hand

I got a feeling it's about time
And all the reasons are leading to a brick wall
I drag my feet over a crooked line

Poker suit burns yourself alive
Casino chip sleeping in a bag
I skipped a city trying not to cry
I sneak myself, I′m begging for a ride
Or something

I got a feeling it's about time
And all the reasons are leading to a brick wall
I drag my feet over a crooked line

I got a feeling it′s a lack of flexibility
The dam's so sick, I take your hand for the next trip
I got a feeling it′s a lack of flexibility
The dam's so sick, I take your hand