Manila In Bloom

Your hair smells like apocalypse, to everyone that comes right after There's magic on your fingertips, cos everything you touch I'm after Train rides and politics City noise and fantasies You're growing on a part of me Cos your, cos your Cos Your head (Oh) You can take my breath like manila in bloom Your head (Oh) Better left unsaid cos we know what to do Making up our own sound cos we're on our own now Your head (Oh) You can take my breath like manila in bloom You're tired of the internet, cos everyone's just so pathetic Got rid of your old cigarettes You tell me your heart is on sabbatic Train rides and politics City noise and fantasies You're growing on a part of me Cos your, cos your Cos Your head (Oh) You can take my breath like manila in bloom Your head (Oh) Better left unsaid cos we know what to do Making up our own sound cos we're on our own now Your head (Oh) You can take my breath like manila in bloom Stop, don't stare, forget about it She don't dance, forget about it Stop, don't stare, forget about it She don't dance, forget about it Cos Your head (Oh) You can take my breath like manila in bloom Your head (Oh) Better left unsaid cos we know what to do Making up our own sound cos we're on our own now Your head (Oh) You can take my breath like manila in bloom