Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dance , by - The Beaches. Song from the album Heights, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 01.05.2014
Song language: English
The Dance |
| I feel like a Madonna |
| Trapped in my little glass bottle |
| No air for me to breathe |
| I want to break through a million pieces |
| All you boys misbehave |
| Just adding up |
| All you girls suffocate |
| You’re grown enough |
| How am I supposed to know |
| When you don’t give a damn |
| How am I supposed to know |
| Exactly what I am |
| You think that I’m falling over |
| You think that I’m hiding under |
| You think that I’m overloaded |
| You think that I’m underwater |
| You think that I’m hypochromic |
| You think that I’m someone’s lover |
| You think that I’m melancholic |
| I guess I’m just someone’s daughter |
| Calling out of the tunnel |
| Spilling around the bottle |
| Checking that I still see |
| All the weird things |
| That I dream |
| All you boys misbehave |
| Just adding up |
| All you girls suffocate |
| You’re grown enough |
| How am I supposed to know |
| When you don’t give a damn |
| How am I supposed to know |
| Exactly what I am |
| You think that I’m falling over |
| You think that I’m hiding under |
| You think that I’m overloaded |
| You think that I’m underwater |
| You think that I’m hypochromic |
| You think that I’m someone’s lover |
| You think that I’m melancholic |
| I guess I’m just someone’s daughter |
| And the dance keeps going round |
| Breaking up |
| The sun goes down |
| And the dance keeps going round |
| Riled up, crashing down |
| You think that I’m falling over |
| You think that I’m hiding under |
| You think that I’m overloaded |
| You think that I’m underwater |
| You think that I’m hypochromic |
| You think that I’m someone’s lover |
| You think that I’m melancholic |
| I guess I’m just someone’s daughter |
| You think that I’m falling over |
| You think that I’m hiding under |
| You think that I’m overloaded |
| You think that I’m underwater |
| You think that I’m hypochromic |
| You think that I’m someone’s lover |
| You think that I’m melancholic |
| I guess I’m just someone’s daughter |