Fake Love - Cemetery Sun

My head is spinning in a dark room

You caught me staring at the ceiling

This is the setting of the seasons

I’ll use the cross-eyed thoughts to

Excuse myself, amuse myself

And loose myself until we come back down

To prove that hell is where my heart’s been

Run in circles 'til we come back down

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat

You’re my baby take a back seat

Hard drugs, fake love;

it’s a sensation

Makes one hell of a collaboration

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat

You’re my baby take a back seat

Hard drugs, fake love;

it’s a sensation

Makes one hell of a collaboration

I’m falling down your stairwell

Eyes are closing if you can’t tell

Me the rhyme in all your reasons

Cause it’s the setting of the seasons

So excuse yourself, amuse yourself

And lose yourself until we come back down

To prove that hell is where your hearts' been

Run in circles 'til we come back down

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat

You’re my baby take a back seat

Hard drugs, fake love;

it’s a sensation

Makes one hell of a collaboration

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat

You’re my baby take a back seat

Hard drugs, fake love;

it’s a sensation

Makes one hell of a collaboration

It’s in the bedroom, in the basement

From your head down to your heart

Every flame that you spark

In the light and in the dark

Makes a mark that they see

No impossibility, it’s the air that we breathe

And the thoughts that we think

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat

You’re my baby take a back seat

Hard drugs, fake love;

it’s a sensation

Makes one hell of a collaboration

Collaboration

Makes one hell of a collaboration

Tonight we’re slaving to another beat

You’re my baby take a back seat

Hard drugs, fake love;

it’s a sensation

Makes one hell of a collaboration

Collaboration

Makes one hell of a collaboration