Under The Kicks (Alcala Mash-Up) – Dan Alcala – letras

You left your blood stain on the floorYou set your sights on himYou left a hand print on the door,Like all the boys before, like all the boys before(boys boys boys boys)This is our luck, baby, running outHer clothes were never offWe still have hours to run aboutTo scale the map, to scale the map,To get us back on trackWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meIn our house made of paper, your words all over meWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meIn here the world won’t bring us downOur plan is goldenOut there a lonely girl could drownIn here we’re frozenWhere did the people go?My hands are emptyYou’re not the answer I should knowLike all the boys before, like all the boys before(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)We’re under the sheets and you’re killing meIn our house made of paper, your words all over meWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meIn our house made of paper, your words all over meWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meWe’re in a mess baby, we’re in a mess babeYour more is less babe (oh, oh)We’re in a mess baby, we’re in a mess babeYour more is less babe (oh, oh)We’re under the sheets and you’re killing meIn our house made of paper, your words all over meWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meLike all the boys before, like all the boys beforeWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meIn our house made of paper, your words all over meWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meKilling me, killing me, killing meAnd you’re killing meIn our house made of paper, your words all over meWe’re under the sheets and you’re killing meKilling me, killing me, killing me