Flying – Wrabel

Price on my head, I’m good as dead
The second you start touching me
Pardon my reach, you’re such a thief
You’re stealing my heart and my sheets

I don’t wanna need someone
But you make me need someone
One touch and I’m fucked up
One touch, think I’m in love

You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying
You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying

Sun through the blinds drawing new lines
It’s changing the shape of the room
World waits outside but I’d waste my time
On coffee, and bullshit, and you

I don’t wanna need someone
But you make me need someone
One touch and I’m fucked up
One touch, think I’m in love

You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying
You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying

Why you gotta make it feel so good?
Why you gotta make me want you bad?
Yeah, I want it want it just like that
You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying

I fly so high, I could touch the sky
I fly so high, I could touch the sky

You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying
You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying

You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying
You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying (oh yeah)
Flying (oh nah yeah)

Why you gotta make it feel so good?
Why you gotta make me want you bad?
Yeah, I want it want it just like that
You send me flying
Flying, flying, flying, flying, flying (flying, flying, flying, flying), flying