I wrote your number on the back of a napkin
You wanted Valium I only had aspirin
Sun rises over the Peckham skyline,
Ignore instructions they're only a guideline.
Therapist getting the wrong impression,
Sometimes I think I should just go to confession.
We burn like the darkest stars
We burn like the darkest stars
This hot feeling, starting in my chest,
It is not love, I can keep myself dressed.
Here it comes I can feel now it's rising,
Making it worse with internal chastising.
Cold sweats there in my palm,
If I can dance I just might achieve calm.
We burn like the darkest stars
We burn like the darkest stars

INVIA LE CORREZIONI