Sweet talk

[The Killers]



Para quem vive reclamando que não sabe para quem se dirigem as postagens do blog, fique claro que são de mim para mim, inspiradas somente na minha vida e na forma como eu vejo a vida. Não são direcionadas para ninguém em especial. Exceto esta, que é para o chorão outrora já homenageado por aqui.

Lift me up on my honour
Take me over this spell
Get this weight of my shoulder
I carried it well
Loose these shackles of pressure
Shake me out of these chains
Lead me not to temptation
Hold my hand harder
Ease my mind
Roll down the smokescreen
And open the sky

Let me fly
Then I need a release from
These troubles of mine
Fix my feet
When they're snowing
And well you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's going to bleed sometimes

Dig me out from this thorn tree
Help me bury my shame
Keep my eyes from the fire
They can't handle the flame
They've cut out from my brothers
When most of them fail
I carried it well

Let me fly
Then I need a release from
These troubles of mine
Fix my feet
When they're snowing
I guess you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's going to bleed sometimes

Now hold on
I'm not looking for sweet talk
I'm looking for time
Time for towering sweet folk
All because it hurts sometimes
You know it's going to bleed sometimes
Hold on

You know it's going to hurt sometimes
When you call me
Hold on (x3)

I'm going to come with that symphony home
And make it mine
And this pleasure is mine
Mark my way
See all these pestilence pills, expert on pills
Came to drag me down
So I could use this to shelter
What could I've found