Figure 8 Lyrics & Chords By Brook Pridemore

Breathe your smoke into my lungs, In the back of a car with you I stare into the sun, Still not too old to die young, Still lovers hold on to everything, And lovers hold on to...read more

Breathe your smoke into my lungs In the back of a car with you, I stare into the sun Still not too old to die young But lovers hold on to everything And lovers hold on to anything ...read more

Figure eight is double four Figure four is half of eight If you skate you would be great If you could make a figure eight That's a circle that turns round upon itself Figure...read more

Let me live Through your vice Mass appeal I feel in ten breaths it's a miracle if we're still alive Can you touch it? Is it real? Paper cards that I feel The slightest...read more

My dad built a racecar with his own hands He raced the figure 8 against many reckless men Driving deadly, driving metal, driving wicked, driving fast, Always towards that...read more