Lyrics

Could you tell my bed was on fire? I didn't sleep for months Every time I said your name A field of roses blew up It was a rough kind of magic The kind of magic where you can't even think It was a rough kind of magic The kind of magic makes your knees go weak I couldn't wait, I took the bait Of a broken fantasy For a while I was walking tall Now I'm falling to my knees It was a rough kind of magic The kind of magic most people never see It was a rough kind of magic The kind of magic that you can't repeat It could of worked in a perfect world But who has that? The final time you leaned in close Your eyes went from blue to black
Writer(s): Greta Morgan Salpeter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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