Confetti Shotgun Ilse DeLange

[Verse 1]
Been looking at mountains made of glitter and gold
Looking at diamonds shining straight from your soul
I slide down waterfalls that run through your veins
Do you know it? Gotta own it
I hear angels singing sweet melodies
Like a feather flowing soft on a breeze
A little devil putting tricks up my sleeve
Shall I chase him just to face him?

[Pre-Chorus]
"San Antonio Rose" playing deep in the night
Broken record I hear, echoes coming alive

[Chorus]
The less you talk, talk, talk
What you say, say, say
Sounds amazing, so persuasive
My mouth is dry, dry, dry
From the why, why, why
I'll stop chasing, I'll stop chasing

[Post-Chorus]
Do what you want
So nonchalant
Confetti shotgun, baby
So confident