Mercury - Bluejay

Get back, get back to me

Have a round of anti-socialite

Spin spin, spin the bottle

It can be our analog time

At the end of the day

We’re not in control at all

And everything I love

Is gunna change

And everything I love

Is gunna change

Mercury

Six pack, six pack of kisses,

I’ll follow you, you’ll follow me

Your big lips are little wrestlers

I taste the glimmering souls

Of the sea

With you in my arms

I’m not in control at all

And everything I love

Is gunna change

everything I love

Is gunna change

Mercury

You’re in your room

Praying to your mini-recorder

I’m in my room

I need a break from propaganda

If the world is ending lets entertain each other

As we please

As we please

Get back, get back to me

I think I lost my satellite

Spin spin, solar system

Is it true we’re running out of time?

When you’re looking this way

I’m not in control at all

And everything I love

Is gunna change

everything I love

Is gunna change

Everything I love

Is gunna change

Everything I love

Is gunna change

Mercury

Is gunna change

Mercury