Corcega - Dynamite

On a cyclone of light
Barely holding to the drapes of the blue Steel cage
When the glow bleeding out your lips, reaches my sight

Walking on tar, biting concrete
Frozen on clouds of velvet steam
When you are around
On a clyclone of light

Dynamite in disguise
Cold sweat running down the side of the leather seat
When the sunlight whips your skin
In a movie cliché

Walking on tar, biting concrete
Frozen on clouds of velvet steam
When you are around
On a clyclone of light

And I’m walking down the kitchеn
And I’m opening the fridge
But I can’t, rеmember what I was looking for

Walking on tar, biting concrete
Frozen on clouds of velvet steam
When you are around
On a clyclone of light
Dynamite in disguise
Clueless and out of sight