Tekstovi
I never can focus on anything but you
once you enter the room, once you enter the room
It's a polka-dot process
My thoughts run exhausted
all about you, it's all about you
I couldn't tell you why I am
Feeling like I am dying again,
Again and again
Looking around the room I'm in
Looking for some distraction from it
Fourteen-forty times in a minute
I call you over and out
I don't want you anyhow
I just wanna go home
I don't know if I'm gonna make it out
Check, check
1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0
Check, check
1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0
Check, check
1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0
Check, check
1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 4, 0, 0, 0, 0
There's a lot on your mind boy I know, boy I know
There's a lot on your mind boy I know, I know
Polka-dot
Polka-dot
Polka-dot
Polka-dot
Chris Emond, Garrett Seamans
KILLPHONIC