Текст: Holly Miranda. Magician's Private Library. Sleep On Fire.

Love, you go down smooth
I am crushing you
I can barely move

No feet on the ground
A head full of clouds
I don't care

There's no place
I want to wake up
But beside you

All your million, billion
Tiny, little kisses all fill me
Make me shiny

And sleep like your bed's on fire
And sleep like your bed's on fire
'Cause it just might be