Apocalypse – Cigarettes after Sex – Piccole Storie d'Amore

You leapt from crumbling bridgesWatching cityscapes turn to dust

Filming helicopters crashingIn the ocean from way above

Got the music in you, babyTell me whyGot the music in you, babyTell me whyYou’ve been locked in here foreverAnd you just can’t say goodbye

Kisses on the foreheads of the loversWrapped in your arms

You’ve been hiding them in hollowed out pianosLeft in the dark

Got the music in you, babyTell me whyGot the music in you, babyTell me whyYou’ve been locked in here foreverAnd you just can’t say goodbye

Your lips, my lipsApocalypse

Go and sneak us through the riversFlood is rising up on your kneesOh, pleaseCome out and haunt meI know you want meCome out and haunt me

Sharing all your secrets with each otherSince you were kids

Sleeping soundly with the locket that she gave youClutched in your fist

Got the music in you, babyTell me whyGot the music in you, babyTell me whyYou’ve been locked in here foreverAnd you just can’t say goodbye

You’ve been locked in here foreverAnd you just can’t say goodbye

Ooh, ohWhen you’re all aloneI’ll reach for youWhen you’re feelin’ lowI’ll be there too

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