Текст песни: Killers, The. Otras Canciones. Sweet Talk.

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Lift me up on my honour,
Take me over this spell,
Get this weight off my shoulders,
I've 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 smoke screen,
And open the sky.

Let me fly.
Man, I need a release from,
This troublesome mind.
Fix my feet when they?re stumbling
And well you know it hurts sometimes.
You know it's gonna 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.
Grace cut out from my brothers,
When most of them fell.
I carried it well.

Let me fly.
Man, I need a release from,
This troublesome mind.
Fix my feet when they?re stumbling.
I guess you know it hurts sometimes.
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes.

Now hold on,
I?m not looking for sweet talk.
I?m looking for time.
Time for tower and sleep walk
Brother, cause it hurts sometimes.
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes.
Hold on.

You know its gonna hurt sometimes,
When you call me, hold on.

Hold on
Hold on

I?m gonna climb that symphony home and make it mine.
Let his resonance light my way.
See, all these pessimistic sufferers tend to drag me down.
So, I could use it to shelter what good I?ve found.