Bernhoft - In Tangerine

Blank pages, young faces, hearts of gold
Funny how love is
all black or white when brand new
We cutpaste the stories told
Shiny or deadly
Never In Tangerine

Lying on your side
Educated smile
Filtered like a dream
Or all alone at night
Wailing out your heartaches

You just play, (just pout with pouty lips)
but it's ok (and a sweeping fingertip)
When you say to me (here's my tip)
There is noone else like you
(I need you to) Rub it in
(I need you to) Say my name
(I need you)
There is noone else but you

Who are you throwing milk at? I wanna make the scene
Funny how love is
Packed in our dirty jeans
Past the screen, now you suck me in
I'm caught in your halo
Drawn down to zero

One lines and circles
Two beneath the surface
Three Maimed, seduced and dazed
Sprawling on the floor
With a million more

You just play, (just pout with pouty lips)
But it's ok (and a sweeping fingertip)
When you say to me (here's my tip:)
There is noone else like you
(I need you to) Rub it in
(I need you to) Say my name
(I need you)
There is noone else but you

Can't understand what you say but I
I find that I love this
French that you speak to me

When you say
It's ok
There is noone else like you

(just pout with pouty lips)
It's ok (and a sweeping fingertip)
When you say (here's my tip:)
There is noone else like you
(I need you to) Rub it in
(I need you to) Say my name
(I need you)
There is noone else but you


Light us up, pull us down, scald my skin
Funny how love is
all black or white it seems
It's all bubbles and snuggling
Shiny or deadly
Never in tangerine


I think it's bout time we sexed things up
Funny how love is
stripped from the R&B
We got bling, champagne, and slow motion hydraulics
and shaking booty
young, free and single

One sweat & dirt
Two swirly tongue
Three party all night long
Can you count to four?
Can you show us more?

Kissed by nimble lips
Sucked by swirling tongues
Happily marooned
Lying gently on the side

Now space (I had my buttercup)
is the place (she would not open up)
to erase (
Now fill it with concrete
let's get armed
to the teeth

Our fathers were troopers, our dads were fair
How come we're just
rocks in the cereal?
Can we complain when spit out of where
We want to fit right in?

Stone-apples lightyears from trees
Milky and tasteless
No principles, no no honour
No shame is the game
That we made


We used to be nimble, we had a flare
Sometimes a shadow and sometimes bright
Love I can't recall

Quick on the uptake
Solid, yet plasmic

Written by:
FREDERICK BALL, JARLE BERNHOFT, TEEMU BRUNILA, FREDRIK BALL

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