French Girls - Harvard

To be the god of love, like sugar

The spice of love your way

In the back of my mind (won't someone come to be the knife)

Be the story in the back of mind (won't someone come to be the night)

Creatures walk the earth all the time on the dime

In the back of my mind

You’re in the back of my mind

Graves only come in peace (can't you see it)

Grace only has to come once (can't you feel)

They’ll make you freeze like ice-sickles

As it goes down

They’ll make you think before you go

Hit the ground

Creatures walk the earth all the time without reason

So, drink your wine

The water is not for your lungs

The water is not for anyone

Hell no, hell no

You think that we’re the same