More songs by Racing Mount Pleasant
Description
Composer, Writer: Samuel Uribe-Botero
Composer, Writer: Kaysen Chown
Composer, Writer: Tyler Thenstedt
Composer, Writer: Casey Cheatham
Composer, Writer: Callum Roberts
Composer, Writer: Connor Hoyt
Composer, Writer: Samuel DuBose
Producer: Racing Mount Pleasant
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's a mess.
Draw me in, quarter me, spent all November in bed.
Sorry you can't rest.
I'm a mess.
Light flows through the room, bends all around you while you undress.
Show me your best dress.
As I lie and I try to forget what it means to feel you.
You're the edge of all I know.
A high-risk high wire, at least that's what you said.
On the thirty-fourth floor of your new place.
What a wonderful space.
I like what you do with the built-in.
To all your videotapes.
Your new place.
My God, you've got excellent taste.
You're a high-risk high wire.
A high-risk high wire.
Nobody wanted to be the last inside.
Nobody wanted to be choked by time.
How lucky I am to be a piece of your life.
How lucky I am to be a piece of your smile.
Well, here you are on top of it all.
Your hands in mine and my heart in yours.
On top of it all