Grafitti
๐ต 1066 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:27 duration
๐ ID: 11654539
๐ Lyrics
I hear nostalgia drip
From my fingertips
I taste duende on your skin
This feels a little bit like sin
You soak my hair in red wine
Your fingers on my back trace "You're mine"
We crescendo into the blur of our nightly chase
But something heavy flickers in the negative space
His graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
My fire still lights for his cigarette
Graffiti all over me
His abscence is dense
But your magnetics are immense
We melt into December mornings
Ignoring all the storm warnings
You wanna fall into the waves, but I'm numb from abrasion
He still skates on my margins through my connotations
His graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
My fire still lights for his cigarette
Like using Daedalus' wings to fly
Addicted to the momentary high
Of his graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh-oh-oh...
From my fingertips
I taste duende on your skin
This feels a little bit like sin
You soak my hair in red wine
Your fingers on my back trace "You're mine"
We crescendo into the blur of our nightly chase
But something heavy flickers in the negative space
His graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
My fire still lights for his cigarette
Graffiti all over me
His abscence is dense
But your magnetics are immense
We melt into December mornings
Ignoring all the storm warnings
You wanna fall into the waves, but I'm numb from abrasion
He still skates on my margins through my connotations
His graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
My fire still lights for his cigarette
Like using Daedalus' wings to fly
Addicted to the momentary high
Of his graffiti all over me
Graffiti that you can't see
Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh-oh-oh...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.08] I hear nostalgia drip
[00:07.63] From my fingertips
[00:14.06] I taste duende on your skin
[00:20.30] This feels a little bit like sin
[00:26.27] You soak my hair in red wine
[00:30.39] Your fingers on my back trace "You're mine"
[00:36.11] We crescendo into the blur of our nightly chase
[00:44.27] But something heavy flickers in the negative space
[00:54.51] His graffiti all over me
[00:59.55] Graffiti that you can't see
[01:02.95] Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
[01:11.66] Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
[01:18.98] My fire still lights for his cigarette
[01:25.67] Graffiti all over me
[01:35.45] His abscence is dense
[01:40.68] But your magnetics are immense
[01:45.97] We melt into December mornings
[01:50.89] Ignoring all the storm warnings
[01:55.74] You wanna fall into the waves, but I'm numb from abrasion
[02:04.54] He still skates on my margins through my connotations
[02:15.18] His graffiti all over me
[02:19.96] Graffiti that you can't see
[02:23.32] Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
[02:32.18] Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
[02:39.53] My fire still lights for his cigarette
[02:47.06] Like using Daedalus' wings to fly
[02:51.50] Addicted to the momentary high
[02:56.68] Of his graffiti all over me
[03:01.84] Graffiti that you can't see
[03:05.27] Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh-oh-oh...
[03:18.67]
[00:07.63] From my fingertips
[00:14.06] I taste duende on your skin
[00:20.30] This feels a little bit like sin
[00:26.27] You soak my hair in red wine
[00:30.39] Your fingers on my back trace "You're mine"
[00:36.11] We crescendo into the blur of our nightly chase
[00:44.27] But something heavy flickers in the negative space
[00:54.51] His graffiti all over me
[00:59.55] Graffiti that you can't see
[01:02.95] Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
[01:11.66] Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
[01:18.98] My fire still lights for his cigarette
[01:25.67] Graffiti all over me
[01:35.45] His abscence is dense
[01:40.68] But your magnetics are immense
[01:45.97] We melt into December mornings
[01:50.89] Ignoring all the storm warnings
[01:55.74] You wanna fall into the waves, but I'm numb from abrasion
[02:04.54] He still skates on my margins through my connotations
[02:15.18] His graffiti all over me
[02:19.96] Graffiti that you can't see
[02:23.32] Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh
[02:32.18] Tabula rasa, I can't give it to you yet
[02:39.53] My fire still lights for his cigarette
[02:47.06] Like using Daedalus' wings to fly
[02:51.50] Addicted to the momentary high
[02:56.68] Of his graffiti all over me
[03:01.84] Graffiti that you can't see
[03:05.27] Believe me, yeah, I'm covered in graffiti, oh-oh-oh-oh...
[03:18.67]