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Easy going, sexy, off-color tune turns into a driving rock track. |
CD: Live at the Paris
Credits: Written by Troy Brandt, Composed by Troy Brandt, Trish Nelson, Rocky Savage, & Jon Grossnicle |
Story Behind the Song
This song is about a meaningless sexual ecstasy. The reflection of a shallow confrontation.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Here we are falling into coma-sutra.
One of these days it's hell to pay,
but it doesn't mean nothin' to ya.
You get your what what you're looking for
She's in and outa here like a revolving door.
Coma sutra comes and goes,
but you don't even let it get to ya do ya.
[Chorus]
And it burns your soul,
And it's tearing a hole,
And it's taking control, but the feeling doesn't seem to matter.
I feel myself about to shatter, but I don't mind. No no.
[Verse 2]
Here we are, falling out of coma sutra.
Karma perfume spread around the room,
but you never think about the future.
When you wake feel the dead of the day,
Cover up the stain and try to wash it away.
Coma sutra comes and goes, but you never think about the future.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
No no no, no no no, Oh I don't know...
Cause here we are in the afterglow,
Do you suppose we could lay like this forever?
If yours was mine and mine was yours,
Would you accept, or would you ask for more?
[Chorus]
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