Текст песни Dead Air - Peter McPoland

Oh my god, my stomach flipped again
Oh shit, my face is turning red
I taste where my lips bled
From mouthing all that's in my head
I thought that I would dream of you by now

And if I stare long enough
Is that dead air?
Or is it love, love, love?

What's that face staring at me for
Son of God, or just a lying whore
Take these thoughts and carve the others out
Baby take my thoughts and carve the others out

'Cause maybe in the morning, the sun won't shine
And maybe in the morning, my lungs won't rise
If I believe in something, it's nothing nice
But I believe in falling in love
Yes, I believe in falling in love

(In love, in love, in love, in love)
Falling in love
(In love, in love, in love, in love)
Falling back in love

Yes, I believe in falling in love
(In love, in love, in love, in love)
Falling back in love
(In love, in love, in love, in love)
I'm falling back in love
(In love, in love, in love, in love)
Falling back in love