Flip - Murder By Death

Walk me home, I’ll follow you

By the fickle light of a crooked moon

Don’t look back, they’re watching now

They won’t forget, they found us out

Let’s start a riot, I’ll race you to the floor

Watch me fall, keep your secrets like the dark

The salty air, your burning breath

Her sleight of hand might change your mind again

Now we need a cure for these fever dreams

For our shadows lost in an empty sea

Forget, forget what we could have said

Only sweat-soaked sheets on the foot of the bed

Walk me home, I’ll follow you

By the fickle light of a crooked moon

Don’t look back, they’re watching now

They won’t forget, they found us out

Forget, forget what we could have said

Only sweat-soaked sheets on the foot of the bed

The salty air, your burning breath

Her sleight of hand might change your mind again

Now we need a cure for these fever dreams

For our shadows lost in an empty sea

Baby, baby, don’t make a sound

It’s too late, the secret’s out

Baby, baby, don’t make a sound

It’s too late, the secret’s out