di Rossdale
BUSH
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in
Tied to a wheel, my fingers gotta feel
Bleeding through a tourniquet smile
I spin on a whim, I slide to the right
I felt you like electric light
For our love, for our fear
For our rise against the years, and years, and years
Got a machine head, it’s better than the rest
Green to red, machine head
Got a machine head, it’s better than the rest
Green to red
I walk from my machine
I walk from my machine, yeah
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in
Deaf, dumb and 30, starting to deserve this
Leaning on my conscience wall
Blood is like wine, unconscious all the time
If I had it all again, I’d change it all
Got a machine head, it’s better than the rest
Green to red, machine head
Got a machine head, it’s better than the rest
Green to red, yeah