Bm F#m G Tell me that you wanna dance I wanna feel your pulse on mine Just treat me like a stolen glance To yourself A dark shape on a golden floor A sleeping planet with a molten core From above we'd cut a slow eight shape And much more I'm a peasant in your princess arms Penniless with only charm As we're leveled by the low, hot lights And disarmed Chorus: A G Not afraid anything A Even Time G In a week wide everything Bm F#m G We'll be fine I'm folded in the bread you made You're cold until my body bathes You in the heat I kept aside All these days Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA F#m G Bm |