Video Close Talking de Alanna Finn Morris 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alanna Finn Morris - Close Talking Lyrics

We're close-talking in your car, couple miles out of the city
Think I fucked up
I lit this fire for entertainment, now it's fogging up the windows
And my head's stuck
Thinkin' bout you, think I need another hobby
Think you want me but want to run
At twenty-one, you say it's hard to stand still
I'll wrestle with your restless love

You put your arms around my waist like you don't got time to waste
In an hour, it'll be over, by a day
With it nine on the clock, look at me, I'm on lock
In this moment, I'll take you away in slow-motion

You swim in my ocean, so much you don't know about me or hopin'
Makin' wash wherever I'm walkin', better listen up the real girl's talkin'
Oh

Wе're sittin' smokin' in your car, hate living out of the city
Cuz it's fuckеd up
Feel the suburban walls closin' in
Hopin' that I don't get stuck
Let's rip the seats and make it like a king bed
We can run
Such a dangerous daydream but I like it
Cuz I like you and this might be love
You put your arms around my waist like you don't got time to waste
In an hour, we'll be older by a day
With it nine on the clock, look at me, I'm on lock
In this moment, I'll take you away in slow-motion

You swim in my ocean, so much you don't know about me or hopin'
Makin' fall wherever I'm walkin', better listen up the real girl's talkin'
Oh, (you might break your knee)
Ah, (On the edge, what I said, don't let it go to your head)

Are you real? I know you're real, just gotta feel you close to me
Do you feel me?
Feel me like you marijuana, I don't wanna get you high
I want something real
Are you real? I know you're real, just gotta feel you close to me
But do you feel
Feel me like you marijuana, I don't wanna get you high
I want something real, oh

We're close-talking in your car, couple miles out of the city
Think I fucked up
I lit this fire for entertainment, now it's fogging up the windows
And my head's stuck

Slow-motion
Just hop in my ocean, so much you don't know about me or hopin'
Makin' wash wherever I'm walkin', better listen up the real girl's talkin'
Oh, ah, oh, ah
Oh, ah, oh, ah