Luke De-Sciscio - The Brief Affair Lyrics

Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room
I'd beg me to turn around
What we're doing is meant for lovers
Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room
I'd beg me to turn around
What we're doing is meant for lovers
You're at the bottom of every drink
In every breath I take
You're the thing that I can't wash away
And now you're playing my guitar
Moving my hands
You're the flaw in all my plans
You tell me to sing
You tell me shut up
You empty the clouds
You fill up my cup
And the rain is
Perfect
Piss
Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room
I'd beg me to turn around
What we're doing is meant for lovers
Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room
I'd beg me to turn around
What we're doing is meant for lovers
There's no forgetting you now
No erasing the climax
No undoing the high
No getting you out
Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room
I'd beg me to turn around
What we're doing is meant for lovers
Oh to be a fly on the wall in that room
I'd beg me to turn around
What we're doing is meant for lovers
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