作曲 : Kimbra/Timon Martin/Stevie Mcquinn High times call for high measures Super magic, tragic pleasures Come find me, ruffle my feathers Eyes stay on me like tethers
Look twice Too nice I'm too late to stay straight It's just the right time to placate Claws in, the world spins I begin to lure to you in, lure you in, lure you in
High times call for high measures Super-magic tragic pleasures Come find me ruffle my feathers Eyes stay on me like tethers
My soul take away her every moment In every beauty seen her face When her spirit consumes me Head spinning, intervene twice Red carpet glowing after earth Powder blue lights Felt display, left arranged Melted frame Passion in my heart, kept alarmed Left explained Erotic poetry, on the front lines Keep supposably Smoke clouds in the rearview, most at least
High times call for high measures Super-magic tragic pleasures Come find me ruffle my feathers Eyes stay on me like tethers
Taste of regret Don't hold your breath Try to forget Now that you made it Black out, for fun Back down, cos you won Ego can't come Nowhere to run
It's like a rush of blood to the head And all I know is I ain't fit for the game yeah yeah Claws in the world spins Just breathe in, I'll lure you in, lure you in, lure you in
作曲 : Kimbra/Timon Martin/Stevie Mcquinn High times call for high measures Super magic, tragic pleasures Come find me, ruffle my feathers Eyes stay on me like tethers
Look twice Too nice I'm too late to stay straight It's just the right time to placate Claws in, the world spins I begin to lure to you in, lure you in, lure you in
High times call for high measures Super-magic tragic pleasures Come find me ruffle my feathers Eyes stay on me like tethers
My soul take away her every moment In every beauty seen her face When her spirit consumes me Head spinning, intervene twice Red carpet glowing after earth Powder blue lights Felt display, left arranged Melted frame Passion in my heart, kept alarmed Left explained Erotic poetry, on the front lines Keep supposably Smoke clouds in the rearview, most at least
High times call for high measures Super-magic tragic pleasures Come find me ruffle my feathers Eyes stay on me like tethers
Taste of regret Don't hold your breath Try to forget Now that you made it Black out, for fun Back down, cos you won Ego can't come Nowhere to run
It's like a rush of blood to the head And all I know is I ain't fit for the game yeah yeah Claws in the world spins Just breathe in, I'll lure you in, lure you in, lure you in
