Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chica Chica, artist - Park.
Date of issue: 24.07.2006
Song language: English
Chica Chica |
Reach out |
For I cannot recall |
Blurred nights, hands like ice |
Spinning bathroom walls |
And every soulless face |
Seems to me a drowning fate |
«Cut slow,» they say |
Think of a better way to count your hours |
There’s a problem with the sky tonight |
And we’ve been wondering where you are |
In separate corners so that eyes can shine |
And make a party out of every night |
There’s a problem with the sky tonight |
And we’ve been wondering where you are |
In separate corners so that eyes can shine |
And make a party out of every night |
And don’t talk |
For every word turns cold |
Jump back what you’re best at |
Keep buying what I’m sold |
And every sickened stare |
Draws from me a steaming glare (a steaming glare) |
What words you say |
Think of a better way to flaunt your hours |
There’s a problem with the sky tonight |
And we’ve been wondering where you are |
In separate corners so that eyes can shine |
And make a party out of every night |
There’s a problem with the sky tonight |
And we’ve been wondering where you are |
In separate corners so that eyes can shine |
And make a party out of every night |
Wake me up |
For a never-ending cycle scares me |
Pull me off |
Of this night I hate but keep repeating |
Wake me up |
For a never-ending cycle scares me |
Pull me off |
Of this night I hate but keep repeating |
There’s a problem with the sky tonight |
And we’ve been wondering where you are |
In separate corners so that eyes can shine |
And make a party out of every night |
There’s a problem with the sky tonight |
And we’ve been wondering where you are |
In separate corners so that eyes can shine |
And make a party out of every night |
Hear the sound of our own hearts breaking |
Keep our thoughts as to what we’re drinking |
Fear the sound of our own lungs breathing |
Keep our thoughts as to what we’re drinking |
There’s a problem with the sky tonight |