Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mortal, artist - Emily Kinney. Album song Oh Jonathan, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 23.08.2018
Record label: Em-K
Song language: English
Mortal |
| Dust in my eyes, tears on my face |
| Boy next to me says he’s been in the same place |
| Mind just racing in the middle of the night |
| Wondering what it’s gonna look like in the daylight |
| Wondering if he’s on the right path |
| Wondering how long his luck will last |
| Baby, that’s what I call feeling mortal |
| Put your head and cry on my shoulder |
| We can watch the moon turn bright blood red |
| You can stay the night in my tree-house bed |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, he’s got my soul in his hands |
| And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance |
| Is this forever |
| I’m not at my best |
| But I’m addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest |
| Both brilliant on the ground floor |
| Do pretty well with a closed door |
| Yeah, it’s now or never but tomorrow will change |
| Go to different cities and rearrange |
| Wondering if he’s on the right path |
| Wondering how long our luck will last |
| Baby, that’s what I call feeling mortal |
| Put your head and cry on my shoulder |
| We can watch the moon turn bright blood red |
| You can stay the night in my tree-house bed |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, he’s got my soul in his hands |
| And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance |
| Is this forever |
| I’m not at my best |
| But I’m addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest |
| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me |
| The way he’s moving his mouth |
| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me |
| But the words never come out |
| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me |
| The way he’s moving his mouth |
| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me |
| But the words never come out |
| Baby, that’s what I call feeling mortal |
| Put your head and cry on my shoulder |
| We can watch the moon turn bright blood red |
| You can stay the night in my tree-house bed |
| Oh-oh, oh-oh, he’s got my soul in his hands |
| And oh-oh, Next to Skid Row on a rooftop we slow dance |
| Is this forever |
| I’m not at my best |
| But I’m addicted to the music swear I hear in his chest |
| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me |
| But the words never come out |
| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me |
| But the words never come out |
| I swear he’s trying to say he loves me |
| But the words never come out |