Dillon - 1335

Strongest taste
Loudest drop
Head is filled
The thought, unlocked

Strongest taste
Loudest drop
Head is filled
The thought, unlocked

You'd be thirteen
I’d be thirty-five
Gone to find a place for us to hide
Be together but alone
As the need for it has grown

You'd be thirteen
I'd be thirty-five
Gone to find a place for us to hide
Be together but alone
As the need for it has grown

Cha-cha, cha-cha, cha-cha
Cha-cha, cha-cha-a

A cave or a shed
A car or a bed
A hole in the ground
Or a burial mound
A bush or a tree
Or the Aegean Sea
Will do for me

Cha-cha, cha-cha, cha-cha
Cha-cha, cha-cha-a

I can say that you look pretty
You turn my legs into spaghetti
And set my heart on fire

For you I found a vent
In the bottom of a coal mine
Just enough space for your hands in the inside
If you go
Please let me know

A den or a dessert
Perhaps an ink squirt
A cellar, a wishing well, a war
Or a guarantee
Will do for me

For you I found a cell
On the top floor of a prison
Just enough space for you to fit your feet in
If you go
Please let me know

And I’ll come running with a heart on fire
And I'll come running with a heart on fire
And I'll come running with a heart on fire
And I'll come running with a heart on fire

And I'll come running, and I'll come running
And I'll come running, and I'll come running
And I'll come running, and I'll come running
And I'll come running with a heart on fire

I'll come running, I'll come running with a heart of fire