Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tiptoe , by - Dan Bull. Release date: 06.01.2020
Song language: English
Tiptoe |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs |
| Let it be known, I’m finally grown |
| To head on these things I would have never approached alone |
| Is it the sharp teeth that make me rethink |
| My strategy rapidly in unhappy catastrophe? |
| There ain’t no monkey business |
| Am I sane or do I choke with sickness? |
| These halls of insanity, mental or reality? |
| You’re gone, the past is spent and done |
| No changing mistakes, undone with only one way out |
| I serve my lady, devout |
| Heard a breath in the night |
| Turning left and then right |
| A surge of adrenaline |
| Get ready for fight or flight |
| A rush of blood to the head |
| Keep hush and rush to the end |
| Don’t let it ruffle your feathers |
| Unless you’re up for being dead |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Sweat and blood but don’t worry 'bout the tears |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Time runs out, now to brave your fears |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs |
| Everything happening is so quick, hear the cackling? |
| Go from normal to portal, can’t tell the ghost from a mortal |
| I keep my tunnel vision from the watcher’s mad delusion |
| Stalking me, watching me, every part of me, guaranteed |
| I’ve had a bad day, couldn’t get away from the girl |
| What girl? |
| Who wanted to play |
| Woulda, coulda played here but I saw the grin disappear |
| Whispering pain so severe, I run from the Devil, dear |
| Never been so scared in years |
| But the lady, I hope, will lead me to the winning slope |
| You better never stop running |
| You bet they’ll never stop coming |
| Never ending terrorists, nasty |
| Never giving up like a sick Rick Astley |
| Pick a direction, quicken your steps |
| Whatever you pick, do it fastly |
| Vastly outnumbered by soul shards |
| It’s so hard but show heart |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Sweat and blood but don’t worry 'bout the tears |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Time runs out, now to brave your fears |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs |
| Gotta tiptoe |
| Among the dead so |
| Take a step and find the pieces to your escape though |
| Gotta tiptoe |
| Among the dead so |
| Take a step and find the pieces to your escape though |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Sweat and blood but don’t worry 'bout the tears |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Time runs out, now to brave your fears |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| Run and hide, don’t forget to say your prayers |
| Tiptoe in the middle of the tulips |
| In despair, nearly terrifying affairs |