House of Queue's - The View

And I would love to see you

To see you, to see you fall

And I would love to see you fall

There would be no tears at all

Give it space for the flight to style

And making somewhat progress in your heart

All I wanna do she said

Is on the bullets and bandages

Create the world and hold the cry

Use it as a sweetener in the night

It’s our love in the house of queue’s

It’s our love in the house of queue’s

Running on it musn’t feel is the only advice you’ll be giving here

Don’t like the dream about getting paid

That’s my wallet looks so grey

Can you hold the tune?

Can you crack the smile?

Or is giving pleasure running out of style?

It’s our love in the house of queue’s

It’s our love in the house of queue’s

Running on it musn’t feel is the only advice you’ll be giving here

You’re gonna miss the rhythm

Of a soul beating in the symphony

Tryna' make out you’re crazy

Tryna' get a bit of sympathy

You’re gonna miss the rhythm

Of a soul beating in the symphony

Soul beating in the symphony

Soul beating in the symphony

Oh, I don’t want to live in this fairytale you give

It started out in the house of blue’s

And ended up in the house of queue’s

It’s our love in the house of queue’s

It’s our love in the house of queue’s

Running on it musn’t feel is the only advice you’ll be giving here

It’s our love in the house of queue’s

It’s our love in the house of queue’s

Running on it musn’t feel is the only advice you’ll be giving here