Lyrics: Myrthe Robijns
Music: Tycho Poort
It’s been 45 minutes since I’ve checked my phone
Been wandering in his heaven for way too long
Hope no one started missing me, or tried to call,
’Cause it’s been
4-5, 4-5, minutes of wrong
Midnight shouldn’t, but I might
I don’t think I’ll ever get enough
Blue eyes gazing into mine
Are you sure that you could take it all?
Usually don’t do this, but I’ll let you dip into it
Play me like I’m stupid, check you off of my to-do list
Like the way you move, don’t loosen your grip
Tilt my head, let my eyes roll back
Till it’s been
45 minutes since I’ve checked my phone
Been wandering in his heaven for way too long
Hope no one started missing me, or tried to call,
’Cause it’s been
4-5, 4-5, minutes of wrong
Start questioning my senses
Lost all of my defenses
Your body is talking to me
Let it drip
Let it slip
Usually don’t do this, but I’ll let you dip into it
Play me like I’m stupid, check you off of my to-do list
Like the way you move, don’t loosen your grip
Tilt my head, let my eyes roll back
Till it’s been
45 minutes since I’ve checked my phone
Been wandering in his heaven for way too long
Hope no one started missing me, or tried to call,
’Cause it’s been
4-5, 4-5, minutes of wrong
Now let it drip
Let it slip
Now let it drip
Let it slip
Now let it drip
Let it slip
Now let it drip
Let it slip