Lorde - Propre Reve (Own Dream) lyrics

Friday night fights Turn to what you waiting for? It's a blacked-out war We've only watched the gore Everything is grey Except skies of blue A neon screw you And then me and you But noir is to jaune As we are to pawns We're above this sh** Don't throw any fits, or I'm out We love our lives, we hate the keys Block out the locks, we're a boozy dream We help ourselves and then we freak Block out the public, we're our own dream Own dream We're our own dream I kiss and tell But I'm not that new To a ricked curfew I'm just the one to woo, I guess I sew up shorts Not the shorty shorts Reasonable words That I want to hear from you We love our lives, we hate the keys Block out the locks, we're a boozy dream We help ourselves and then we freak Block out the public, we're our own dream Own dream We're our own dream Ooh, ooh, Oh, oh Oh no We're our own dream New ooh, go oh Too slow We're our own dream Ooh, ooh, Oh, oh Oh no We're our own dream New ooh, go oh Too slow We're our own dream