The Paradise Sessions - Running From All The Saints (from "Sellfish" EP) скачать видео бесплатно

Lyrics

My theories of resistance are smashed everyday

By angers drowning cancers on the corners of my brains

My guns and ammunitions were stolen long ago

By angels firing haloes on the limits of my soul

At least I see, the setting sun is celebrating

Still I can find happiness in a place where no one cares

And if my eye believes I'm gonna sink into your colors

To get along with the sickest nights, to lead with this rhythm and sing

Fighting their powers, creating my stones

Cause if we've still got buds then we've still got the party going on

Fighting their powers, sowing my roots

Cause if we've still got the fire and it burns, we've got nothing to lose

I'm sick and tired of all the care they're selling everyday

The road to hell is paved with good intentions anyway

And all along it's been a part of me, a part of you

The liquor store is closed I need some more to sing the truth

At least I know, our honeymoon is just beginning

Still I have pleasure to share with the one who no one cares

And if my eyes believe, I'm gonna sink into your colors

To get along with the sickest nights, to lead with this rhythm and sing

Fighting their powers, raising our fists

Cause if we've still got redemption then we've still got nothing to miss

Fighting their powers, releasing the pain

To be beyond the good and evil I'm still running from all the saints