Cold Fire by Cool Explosions

Cold Fire

My shoes are in the sink
Dress caught in the door -
Can’t keep my thoughts contained -
Their clothes are on the floor

It won’t make any sense
But it could be so nice
To let go of the wheel
And baby close our eyes

If I told you this one thing I wonder
Would you keep your head?
I’ve watched you falter and fall too long, too long

There’s a net mapped across our bodies
Like a hash of twine
Yeah got us wrapped up all batwing tight

My shoes are in the sink
Dress caught in the door -
Can’t keep my thoughts contained -
They’re strewn across the floor -

All at once, tongue tied to your own tracks
Calling for the train
Well its rolling now, and it won’t turn back

Up above there’s a mesh of cold fire
Stretched across the sky
There to catch our dive into the night

My shoes are in the sink
Dress caught in the door -
Can’t keep my thoughts contained -
They’re strewn across the floor -

It won’t make any sense
But it could be so nice
To let go of the wheel
And baby close our eyes

• Electro
• Electronic
• Jazz
• Nu Soul
• Pop
• RnB
• Synthpop
• electro
• synthpop
• Melbourne