Baby's On Fire Acapella

Copyright Moses

Heartless Hug

Ghostwriter Remix

Sheer Silhouette

Rusty Gold (co-written by Sam Wardlaw)

Chorus:
Tell me that’s the way it goes,
Bullet holes the marksman blows,
Say the winter’s hot,
From rerun vinyl shots.
And in all the nights in tangled sheets,
Melting faces that I meet,
Say I’m never sold,
I’m stuck on frozen years of rusty gold.

V1:
Punk, can you hear me?
I bet you can.
Could you cut a rug with the first lady, Japan, man?
Eat between the finest, dine the dynasty,
Wine until you plead, please,
Baby, I need you,
But I read you through a gallon cheap whisky,
You see, I see him from up in the air, the risky
P-47, striking the eagle,
American runway models catch you—regal.
Eye candies, neutral Swedish fish,
Feelin’ frisky, I miss you, forgettin’ past wish.
Don Draper, the caper, the dapper man is mad,
Vaporize, but spies I sent through to mission gad,
To black out like the galaxy that’s losing you,
Mr. Bates, please tell me, just please be true.
Recall shot shells so, excuse me,
I know the face well, I know how to lose me.

V2:
Back in old school,
sweating beads of class,
I wouldn’t be on the war front you weren’t an ass,
I’m a lassie in a slam jam, slim jim,
What it is, man. You’re my phantom limb.
I said uh, nu uh—highway trafficking,
Nuh, uh, I can’t seem to pass the wing,
King of the bible, the words are rival to your
Tune, the black behind a full moon.
And I swear to the one if there is a heightened face,
I’m ready, I’m begging now for my peace and pace,
With these hollow calves and mourning milk,
Blood stains ruin the purest of the silk.

Bridge:
I said can you hear me?
I bet you can,
Are you near me?
On foreign land.

My eyes throbbing,
I’m seeing you,
You’re robbing,
Me black and blue.

L.E.VINE

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