Seven Sisters - Real Lies

Get in it, get, get, get in it, she said.

Get in it, do it again.

One girl’s gone and on the phone,

run like Christian Maggio.

Near the end, I went too slow,

heartbeat’s in the afterglow.

I love you less than the potential of one more night going mental.

No first kiss could explain love,

in the decade with no name.

Is this something we can talk about?

Is this something that you wonder about?

It means nothing to me.

I feel the river’s open and it’s coming to me.

Get in it, get, get, get in it, she said.

Get in it, do it again.

Get in it, get, get, get in it, she said.

Get in it, do it again.

Tried to find love on the phone

but all the girls I love are ghosts.

Next to you, I feel so cold.

Loveless in the afterglow.

When pulses double, trouble comes,

from Seven Sisters to the setting sun.

No first kiss could explain love,

in the decade with no name.

Is this something we can talk about?

Is this something that you wonder about?

It means nothing to me.

I feel the river’s open and it’s coming to me.

Get in it, get, get, get in it, she said.

Get in it, do it again.

Is this something we can talk about?

Is this something that you wonder about?

It means nothing to me.

I feel the river’s open and it’s coming to me.

Is this something we can talk about?

Is this something that you wonder about?

It means nothing to me.

Get in it, do it again.

Get in it, get, get, get in it, she said.

Get in it, do it again.

Get in it, get, get, get in it, she said.

Get in it, do it again.

Tried to find love on the phone

but all the girls I love are ghosts.

Next to you, I feel so cold.

Loveless in the afterglow.

When pulses double, trouble comes,

from Seven Sisters to the setting sun.

No first kiss could explain love,

in the decade with no name.