Zella Day - Hypnotic

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Artist: Zella Day
Song: Hypnotic
Album: Kicker
Year: 2015

I wanna be on the front line,
Knotted up suit ties,
Talking like a headstrong momma.
Got a picture in your wallet,
Making me a habit,
Wearing your vintage t-shirt.

Tied ribbons on your top hat,
Telling me I'm all that,
Just like the girls from your hometown.
Sweet-blooded and I'm stranded,
See if I can stand it,
Drinking in the shallow water.

Magnetic everything about you,
You really got me,
Now.

You do to me so well;
Hypnotic, taking over me.
Make me feel like someone else;
You got me talking in my sleep.
I don't wanna come back down,
I don't wanna touch the ground.
Pacific Ocean, dug so deep,
Hypnotic, taking over me.

White threads on my laces,
Stuck on the hinges,
Swinging the door to the backyard.
Cut splinters, walk a tightrope,
Spun like a bandage,
Touch on the outer surface.

Bright eyes of the solstice,
Where ever your mind is,
Headed for a freight train city.
Locked up 'til you're moonlit,
Brushing my hair back,
Feeling your lips on my cold neck.

Magnetic everything about you,
You really got me,
Now.

You do to me so well;
Hypnotic, taking over me.
Make me feel like someone else;
You got me talking in my sleep.
I don't wanna come back down,
I don't wanna touch the ground.
Pacific Ocean, dug so deep,
Hypnotic, taking over me.

Hypnotic, taking over me.

You do to me so well;
Hypnotic, taking over me.
Make me feel like someone else;
You got me talking in my sleep.
I don't wanna come back down,
I don't wanna touch the ground.
Pacific Ocean, dug so deep,
Hypnotic, taking over me.

Hypnotic, taking over me.

Hypnotic, taking over me.