Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mikel McKeever
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Bourke
Songwriter
Mikel McKeever
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Bourke
Producer
Lyrics
It's all you want
It stops your heart
Chokes your breath
Pulls you apart
You start to laugh
The world's a farce
You're all that's left
So crack me up
We're strangers in a dream
Bored of everything
Stitch your dirty wings
Just fix this hole in me
Make the blood rush
Don't talk, Just touch
Make the blood rush
Don't think, Just fuck
This is your drug
So crush it up
Pull the pin
And set it off
I am your gun
So load me up
Nails deep in me
Just make it bleed
Make the blood rush
Don't talk, Just touch
Make the blood rush
Don't think, Just fuck
Strangers in a dream
Bored of everything
Stitch your dirty wings
Just fix this hole in me
Make the blood rush
Don't talk, Just touch
Make the blood rush
It's not fate, just luck
Make the blood rush
Don't think, Just
Written by: John Bourke, Mike McKeever