3000 Miles - THIS YEAR’S PROPHECY

3,000 MILES Whisky lips won’t you whisper sweet nothings the spark in your eyes got me mesmerized the air was sweeter the night we met it’s skinny love, oh it’s skinny love Done being in second place so sick of being almost best I’m gonna step up this time I’m gonna make you mine You’ve got my head spinning 3000 miles per hour hands sweating knees shaking heart pounding out of my chest you’re gonna be the death of me death of me The city lights are starting to dim we can’t let the night end just yet let