On Top کے بول

I’m on top but she is in charge I’m on top but she is in charge Silence is her martial art I’m on top but she is in charge Question marks wherever we go Question marks wherever we go Going home because she said so Question marks wherever we go I’m almost out of air In the bubble we’ve blown But I’m an old man with habits Too weak to sleep alone There’s a million different buttons She can push to pull me apart Just to piece me back together She knows how to play her cards The paper on the walls is coming off But it’s the paper on the walls that makes us us It’s the paper on the walls that makes us us