Текст песни
You spin that record, scratched and slow.
We dance on the crack like we don't know if every skip is a chance we missed,
Or just one more reason to stay like this.
Yeah, this is love, the kind that stains like wine.
We dance on the crack like we don't know if every skip is a chance we missed,
Or just one more reason to stay like this.
Yeah, this is love, the kind that stains like wine.