The Chain Gang of 1974 Lyrics - Philosophy of Love

The Chain Gang of 1974 - Philosophy of Love

Still high on a long drive
With a crazy mind
Intertwined and locked in
Cold skin to skin
Chasing paranoia with nostalgia
Let's call it even
Does that sound good to you?
Even serotonin can't fix us
I flew too close to the sun
Now the projection of the one
Knows I'm mixed up
(It's too much)
I see there's honey on your tongue
(Shut up)
Come clean
You're killing all the fun
(That's enough)
Give me a body I can touch
All I need from my philosophy of love
Godless
Maybe gun shy
With a reason why
Don't you cry with those closed eyes
Naked
Side to side
Pushing up the daisies
While we're stuck in daydreams
I know we're fucked
But can you give this to me?
Some would say that we are just lazy
I peel the rust from all my ex's hearts
And get so sick from hearing the maybe
So maybe
(It's too much)
I see there's honey on your tongue
(Shut up)
Come clean
You're killing all the fun
(That's enough)
Give me a body I can touch
All I need from my philosophy of love
Lost faith
What can I say?
When you know, you know
And I know it shows
Wrong way on a one way
When you know, you know
Time to let it go
Lost faith
What can I say?
When you know, you know
And I know it shows
Wrong way on a one way
When you know, you know
Time to let it go
(It's too much)
I see there's honey on your tongue
(Shut up)
Come clean
You're killing all the fun
(That's enough)
Give me a body I can touch
All I need from my philosophy of love

Written by:
KAMTIN MOHAGER, NATHANIEL MOTTE

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