Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peephole, artist - Knee High Fox. Date of issue: 21.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Peephole |
| Block out the light |
| Blackout curtain |
| Shoulda killed me that night |
| You seemed so certain |
| Been here before |
| A few trillion times |
| We’ve been beatin' down a bloody li-i-i-ie… |
| Don’t know why |
| I’ve been livin' my life through a peephole |
| Afraid every day of people |
| Been sleepin' every night in a deep hole |
| Are they gonna find us out? |
| Black and blue love drought |
| We just meltin' at the sound |
| Of our life just crashing do-o-own… |
| No one knows if we walk away |
| We won’t survive without our pa-a-a-ain |
| Why’d they have to go and kill our high |
| When we’re dyin' so perfect inside? |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-ohh… |
| We’re a vintage record |
| Skippin' on the cracks |
| Repeat our shame with |
| Every other smack |
| We got a problem |
| Our minds are goin' mad |
| I got ya in me |
| Want ya in me so bad |
| Don’t know why |
| We’ve been livin' our life through a peephole |
| We burnin' down the steeple |
| We’re in it, we’re the people |
| Your eyes are killers |
| They freeze me, fuckin' chillers |
| We just meltin' at the sound |
| «I'm so sorry’s» running out… |
| No one knows if we walk away |
| We won’t survive without our pa-a-a-ain |
| Why’d they have to go and kill our high |
| When we’re dyin' so perfect inside? |
| No one knows that if we run |
| The bluest skies will smoke from the su-u-u-u-un |
| Just passion junkies hangin' off the edge |
| Cracked out on each other in a burning bed |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-ohh… |
| No, I don’t know why |
| We’ve been livin' our life through a peephole |
| (Livin' our life) |
| No one knows if we walk away |
| We won’t survive without our pa-a-a-ain |
| Why’d they have to go and kill our high |
| When we’re dyin' so perfect inside? |
| No one knows that if we run |
| The bluest skies will smoke from the su-u-u-u-un |
| Just passion junkies hangin' off the edge |
| Cracked out on each other in a burning bed |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh-oh-oh… |
| Oh-oh-ohh… |