Video de: Rotten Sun Lyrics These New South Whales » Alternativo Fox.MusicaDe.Win

These New South Whales - Rotten Sun Lyrics

Please make the technology
So I can turn up your love like some cold machine
Don't feed me scraps from your bed
I won't be the stray coming back just to be fed
Don't be the waves come to seal my fate, Marine
Just pretend that you want me
To be my bait (be my bait)
To be my bait (be my bait)
To be my bait (be my bait)
To be my bait (be my bait)
To be my bait
Well don't be that note I can't hold
Well don't be that joke that I told and told 'til it got old
Don't be that hand 'round my throat so I can't breathe
Say you're my friend but why won't you be my family?
And if you break
Just don't tell me
Be my bait (Be my bait)
Be my bait (Be my bait)
Be my bait (Be my bait)
Be my bait (Be my bait)
Be my bait

To be my dream
Tell me you know what I mean
(Prove me wrong)
Settle baby, you are not the sun
You are not the sun
Outside your cold lips again
Settle baby, you are not the sun
You are not the sun
You are not the sun
So let's pretend that you love me
And be my bait (be my bait)
And be my bait (be my bait)
And be my bait (be my bait)
And be my bait (be my bait)
To be my bait