There's Some kind of light

at the end

When touching

the edge of her skin The edge of her skin Once so hard to speak

Now so easy to play around

Catching that eye you know

Yeah, That eye that slaps you in your face

Calls you a puppy

Well how do you say

I was hypnotized

Hypnotized My words, they pour

Like children to the playground

Children to the playground

You make me smile There's some kind of light at the end

Stoned, forgetful, and then

I'm drinking what used to be sin

And touching the edge of her skin Could you be the one that's not afraid

To look me in the eyes

I swear I would collapse

If I would tell how I think you fell

From the sky Yeah my words, they pour

Like children to the playground

Children to the playground

You make me smile There's some kind of light at the end

Stoned, forgetful, and then

I'm drinking what used to be sin

And touching the edge of her skin There's some kind of light at the end

Stoned, forgetful, and then

I'm drinking what used to be sin

And touching the edge of her skin It's the feeling I get

My palms with sweat

Like some kind of daydream

I'll never forget

I'm stuck in this spin

Why does it begin

By touching the edge of her skin It's the feeling I get

My palms with sweat

Like some kind of daydream

I'll never forget

I'm stuck in this spin

Why does it begin

By touching the edge of her skin There's some kind of light at the end

Stoned, forgetful, and then

I'm drinking what used to be sin

And touching the edge of her skin There's some kind of light at the end

Stoned, forgetful, and then

I'm drinking what used to be sin

And touching the edge of her. . .