Language Juice - Sun Club

Our lives aren’t so fragile

They are tangible

My dreams are so real that

I can smell them

Sweet taste of greed

Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh

Oh Oh Oh

These people running through your mind

And nerves are running down your spine

And you want the touch of skin on mine

You’ll fucking hate it till the end of your life

There is something in your head

That you made to touch with