Lyrics

Bullet Proof by Miles Partridge

Bullet Proof
Sweet to stang
Heavy breathing, rest up to swing again
Now multiply
These images
Negatives
Round her waist to her chin
Chosen beaten path
Naive prerogative
Because what people said
her head when from blue to red
Now in open skies
Wing tips split open
Wasn't right
Given, try to swim

I held her hand and held my breath
Now, no resting

Everyday
The sunlight beams
It?s filtered out
So bright that she can?t see

Douse the fire with the flames
Wash my hands
Inferno in a hurricane
My cheek down pour
gently
Soft sound of a pillow
gathering

So bullet proof
And sweet to stang
Heavy breathing
Rest up to swing again

I held her hand and held my...

Everyday
The sunlight beams
It?s filtered out
So bright that she can?t see
Now I remember
Reluctantly
It seemed to be
The dream she had to see

Rapture wraps me so indignantly
I swear I?d never drag you down with me
Persuaded to release her