Magic Island - Thrillers

Sometimes it can't be seen
The lines they dance between
I keep a grip on my trigger
I've seen wolves hide in skin
Who dream of lust and sin
I keep an eye for the thrillers

I've got the colors yea, to paint the picture
They only wanna put it on display

They don't want you for their sunny days
They're just suiting up for the party
All the shiny things will melt away
And bring you right back where you started

That ship has sailed away
It vanished in the haze
I manned the ship to the harbor
I know the old routine
They say their hands are clean
But won't step foot in the water

I've got the colors yea, to paint the picture
They only wanna put it on display
Your voice could turn into a fainting whisper
Cuz they don't wanna hear a thing you say

You're walking into their den in the dark
Right where they sleep
Now that they got you right where they all want
They're sinking in their teeth

They don't want you for their sunny days
They're just suiting up for the party
All the shiny things will melt away
And bring you right back where you started

Written by:
Andrew Valera

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