Can I follow you to home now?
Your shoes â your legs
I heard they were hand in hand
Iâm blinded by your whore eyes
The wave it burn
Tells me that it hurts
Carried
Letâs get carried
Letâs get going
The demons in my head will start to crawl in
They sink their claws into me but Iâm laughing
Cause when Iâm standing on your stilts I wonât be falling down
No no no more
Salt water on my hot lips
With my fingertips
I wrote her her name
Like the bottom of her sleeve
One day may be
Sheâll have her smell
Carried
Letâs get carried
Letâs get going
The demons in my head will start to crawl in
They sink their claws into me but Iâm laughing
Cause when Iâm standing on your stilts I wonât be falling down
No no no more
When weâre walking out
When weâre walking out
When weâre walking out
When weâre walking out