Compromised - Amarillo

Feel the breeze down my bones

Smell the ocean shattering my lungs

While i’m heading to another haven

Not to meet you i suppose

Your tongue, my tongue

Nothing we do can be wrong

Your eyes, my eyes

Something might be compromised

Back o' ship, look into the deep

Feels like Berlin, looks like Carthagene

Need some meat for when the nights get cold

As you said i’ve been told

Ain’t no actors in Vegas