Picasso

作词 : Bradley Simpson/Ina Wroldsen/Jonny Coffer

作曲 : Bradley Simpson/Ina Wroldsen/Jonny Coffer

Oh my god,

I think that I am,

In over my head,

I have let the chaos in,

And now it’s in my bed.

January morning fights,

And April rendezvous,

You paint only tragedy,

And I’ll keep coming back to you.

Where did you learn to break a heart?

Turn the torture into art

Who the hell d’you think you are?

Picasso

Painting burns and painful scars,

Brushing on my body parts,

I’d do anything for my,

Picasso,

I’m still so in love with you,

I’d run into a burning room,

I’d pose and let you paint me black and blue.

Picasso.

You said hi

And I saw stars,

Should’ve looked away

I had no idea,

Something so breathtaking

Could cause bring such pain

January morning fights,

And April rendezvous,

You paint only tragedy,

And I’ll keep coming back to you.

Where did you learn to break a heart?

Turn the torture into art

Who the hell d’you think you are?

Picasso

Painting burns and painful scars,

Brushing on my body parts,

I’d do anything for my,

Picasso,

I’m still so in love with you,

I’d run into a burning room,

I’d pose and let you paint me black and blue.

Picasso.

Oh my god,

I think that I am,

In over my head,