MOONFLOWER - Cold Hart

I can’t talk to walls, but I swear they’re talking back to me

I can’t walk at all when you’re looking at me so deeply

Fire burns inside of me but you keep it at peace

And even when you stumble girl, you do it beautifully

Digital camera, Margiela on the floor (take a picture)

Exotic weed, fancy bags hanging off the door (it's all designer)

I’ve got a plastic heart, but it won’t miss a beat at all (no)

I’ve gotta make my mark cuz she wants to tear me apart

Maybe it’s the moon

Maybe it’s the moon

Maybe it’s the moon

Maybe it’s the moon

Maybe it’s the moon

Maybe it’s the moon

Maybe it’s the moon

Maybe it’s the moon

You only bloom at night, Moonflower

You only bloom at night, Moonflower