Paroles de Cordova

Cordova Your great impressions living icberg stinging swell and bathe in the gold light swinging your best knife of evileye now ease in armchair throbbing showroom luxury you say, "untie me" you say, "i'm manic" you sway above me my chain to yank can't blame my overexperience lack of balance crutch my shove it's meaningless to fake it's sensible sensless to fake it's meaningful retreat, recline front seat cordova so inviting you say "untie me" you say "i'm manic" you float above me my own personal satan Nowhere's good to go you say "untie me" you say "i'm manic" you circle above me my swollen masterpiece you say "untie me" you say "i'm manic" you sway above me my chain to yank my chain yank