Videoklip: Vintage Culture - Pour Over (ft. Adam K)

Turn the porch light off so you don’t think I’m home
I wish you’d taste your words, but you sit at your throne
Drop after drop, keep filling me up
Keep twisting my arm, try giving you up
You’re pouring over
I’m breathing water
I’m keeping my composure, your small sins blur together
They follow me home
Did you make a mess to prove you could?
Should I clean it up like you thought I would?
When you pour over
Pour over me, me, me, me (o- me)
Don’t let me breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe (o- me)
Pour over me, me, me, me (o- me)
Don’t let me breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
You can’t hear me say with your head in the sand
That you’re taking too much, I wear you like a brand
I’m washing away and you’re giving me up
Drop after drop, you don’t give a fuck
Did you make a mess to prove you could?
Should I clean it up like you thought I would?
Did you write it down, did you leave it for me?
Did the words bend and blur, make me weak in the knees?
When you pour over
Pour over me, me, me, me (o- me)
Don’t let me breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe (o- me)
Pour over me, me, me, me (o- me)
Don’t let me breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
If I give you a flower
If I love you louder
If I give you an hour
You’ll turn it sour, and I’m a coward
Did you make a mess to prove you could?
Should I clean it up like you thought I would?
Did you write it down, did you leave it for me?
Did the words bend and blur, make me weak in the knees?
When you pour over
Pour over me, me, me, me (o- me)
Don’t let me breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe (o- me)
Pour over me, me, me, me (o- me)
Don’t let me breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe
Pour over me, me, me, me (o- me)
Don’t let me breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe (o- me)
Pour over me, me, me, me (o- me)
Don’t let me breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe