Kerosene Dreams - Lapsley

Peace loves the calm waters

I carry my words in my hands

Sleeping in your quarters

I bury my face in your plans

Feather bed bare is it fair now

I don't wanna take it to the court for me to lose

This is a free falling

Drop of a falcon in flight

Fog in the night forming

I can be whatever you want right

Featherweight fighter in the ring now

I don't wanna trip up on a wire too soon

Trees love the wet summer

I carry my heart in a bag

Covered in brown paper

If you put a lighter to that

Paper fine line

There's enough signs

I don't wanna talk about it

I don't wanna lose

Kerosene dreams

There's enough scenes

I don't wanna think about it

I don't wanna bruise

Paper fine line

There's enough signs

I don't wanna talk about it

I don't wanna lose

Kerosene dreams

There's enough scenes

I don't wanna think about it

I don't wanna bruise