#thelouvre

Our thing progresses, I call and you come through. Blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you. But we’re the greatest, they’ll hang us in the Louvre. Down the back, but who cares? Still the Louvre. Okay, I know that you are not my type, still I fall. I’m just the sucker who let you fill her mind, but what about love? Nothing wrong with it, supernatural. Just move in close to me, closer, you’ll feel it coasting. A rush at the beginning. I get caught up, just for a minute. But lover, you're the one to blame. All that you’re doing, can you hear the violence? Megaphone to my chest. Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it. Broadcast the boom, boom, boom, boom and make 'em all dance to it.

use our eyes, throw our hands overboard