Finlay's A Level Media

Stay in the shadows Cheer at the gallows This is a round up This is a low flying panic attack Sing a song on the jukebox that goes Burn the witch Burn the witch We know where you live Red crosses on wooden doors And if you float you burn Loose talk around tables Abandon all reason Avoid all eye contact Do not react Shoot the messengers This is a low flying panic attack Sing the song of sixpence that goes Burn the witch Burn the witch We know where you live We know where you live

I know that I've been mad in love before And how it could be with you Really hurt me baby, really cut me baby How can you have a day without a night You're the book that I have opened And now I've got to know much more The curiousness of your potential kiss Has got my mind and body aching Really hurt me baby, really cut me baby How can you have a day without a night You're the book that I have opened And now I've got to know much more Like a soul without a mind In a body without a heart I'm missing every part [x5]