paroles de chanson Before the fever - Grimes

I tease my little ashtray
With the burning cigarette
I don't want to run away
I don't even know you yet
I got everything you want
I can make you feel so wet
I'm a little bit in love with you
I can take your picture, baby

This is the sound of the end of the world
Dance with me to the end of the night
Be my girl
Madness, intellect, audacity
Truth and the lack thereof
They will kill us all, I've no doubt

There are many ways in
But there's only one way out
There's only one way out
There's so many ways in
But there's only one way out
This is the sound of the end of the world

I get lost
Can you get lost with me, baby?
I get lost
Can you get lost with me, baby?
I get lost
I get lost