Blossoms - Between the Eyes Lyrics
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Between the Eyes
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What Are The Lyrics For Between the Eyes By Blossoms?
I lost my head this afternoon
Trying to find the words to use Ooo, I said I thought of you You crept into my heart There must've been a side door Left unlocked She said I've thought it too And into my arms I've been down on my luck By the blood red trees I could see her calling I liked you all the time But since there's a gap in my chest A few inches wide A kiss by the kitchen tile Between the eyes It makes me positively ill Your sky is laced with tender red Through, I said I've dreamt of you It's like I've been asleep for months Then my emotions flag me down You, you said you thought it too And into my arms I've been down on my luck By the blood red trees I could see her calling I liked you all the time But since there's a gap in my chest A few inches wide A kiss by the kitchen tide Between the eyes You crept into my heart You crept into my heart You You crept into my heart You crept into my heart You And into my arms I've been down on my luck By the blood red trees I could see her calling I liked you all the time But since there's a gap in my chest A few inches wide A kiss by the kitchen tide Between the eyes |
Who Wrote Between the Eyes By Blossoms?
Charles Salt, Joseph Donovan, Joshua Dewhurst, Myles Kellock, Thomas Ogden
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What's The Duration Of The Between the Eyes By Blossoms?The duration of Between the Eyes is 3:24 minutes and seconds. |
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