When Saints Go Machine - Slave to the Take in Your Heaven Тексты
Hurricane hit
Some words add to truth some don't
Ran out for smoke mid fire
Habits die hard
Happy you came
Now I'm a constant wait
Happy you came
Four walls a constant wake
Why should I listen
Names on shuttles in space
Dead end streets I pave
No wider than what's missing
On dog's fours you listen
Slave to take in your heaven
Slave to take in your heaven
Shot through eight and I shot through ten
I don't mind the
Mystic sea or myth in me
I'm in love
Shot through eight and I shot through ten
Doubled time I'm
Shocked by your moves
And make pretend
I'm in love
No screams could make it end
I could
Could have been glowing from the
Additives in the drinks
Or noon woods
Happy you came
I was about to lose it all
Why should I listen for
Names on shuttles in space
Dead end streets I pave
No wider than what's missing
On dog's fours you listen
Slave to take in your heaven
Slave to take in your heaven
Shot through eight and I shot through ten
I don't mind the
Mystic sea or myth in me
I'm in love
Shot through eight and I shot through ten
Doubled time I'm
Shocked by your moves
And make pretend
I'm in love
Mouth never speaks of summer
Home feels like the road still
Bent palm trees
Won't part a leaf
Storm up ahead still
I meet people
These strangers tell me
I'm not straight
In bars they tell me I'm hate
In bars I'm with fate
Tell them I'm with fate
I meet people
These strangers tell me
I'm not straight
In bars they tell me I'm hate
In the some bars I tell them
I'm with fate