I wish I could paint our love These moments and vibrant hues Love play, turns in to gun play Gun play turns into pillow talk Pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning (coffee in the morning)
We talk street art and sarcasm Crashing movie and high fashion Peach color, moon glistens as the plot thickens As we laugh over shot guns and tongue kisses Bubble bath, Truth or Dare, and Would You Rather A cold flame, feeling no shame Drugs, sex, and Polaroids Biggest star in the sky We could both say goodbye
I wish I could paint our love These moments and vibrant hues Word play, turns in to gun play Gun play turns into pillow talk Pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning
Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's the smell of your hair And it's the way that we feel I've never felt comfortable like this
Old souls we found a new religion Now we're swimming in that sin, a baptism Peach color skies we feel the sunrise And two lost angels discover salvation Don't you wish we could run away, now Yes, lets Drugs, sex, and Polaroids Pick a star in the sky We could both say goodbye all night
I wish I could paint our love These moments and vibrant hues Word play, turns in to gun play Gun play turns into pillow talk Pillow talk turns into sweet dreams Sweet dreams turns into coffee in the morning
Coffee in the morning I don't wanna wake you I just wanna watch you sleep It's the smell of your hair And it's the way that we feel I've never felt comfortable like this
Compositores: Brook Christian Davis (Brook Dleau) (ASCAP), Miguel Jontel Pimentel (ASCAP)Editor: Art Dealer Chic (ASCAP)Publicado em 2008 (20/Fev)ECAD verificado obra #11855970 e fonograma #46842326 em 26/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM