Texty: Miles Kane. Colour Of The Trap. Happenstance.

I want to climb on your shadow
I want to use pseudonyms
You say the way and I'll follow
I won't try to escape

And I don't know why on earth I'm calling,
Calling at this time of night
You've got me hoping for some happenstance baby
You've got me uptight

I don't know who you are
All is know is you fold me in half

I want to slope of your sorrow
I love the curve of your neck
I want the fuse to your morals
I want the keys to your chest

I don't know who your are
All is know is you I'm caught up on you

(Merci a Ambrym pour cettes paroles)