saturdays are jaded and you re always on my mind signature drinks so dignifie ied standing in this new age and i m in a drifting tide and my cool delight but my gesture s blind i want your time my mind an empty head with your warmth in my bed it seems i m blessed and yet faithless outrun this farce and i ll know that you feel what s done is past and i know that you feel it it s harder to see it holy casanova in my system hardened by the dreams i left behind then you re stole away and i see that i m faceless rolling over for my only vision focus feeling wary in my eyes then i fall away i can see how the space lies tough love soft touch give me it all when my soul is to let this silhouette has some colors to sketch now outrun this farce and i ll know that you feel what s done is past and i know that you feel it it s harder to see it  your time my mind outrun this farce and i ll know that you feel what s done is past and i know that you feel it it s harder to see it outrun this farce and i ll know that you feel what s done is past and i know that you feel it it s harder to see it
['electropop', 'uk alternative pop', 'uk pop']