Remember a morning We dug up your gun Four rooms in a barrel A hanging sun
Those first nervous evenings Of Perfume and gin They'll all smell on your breath As I helped you get in
The rush of your lips The feel of your nails The beat of your heart The Devil's Arcade
You said "Here are the needy- so here it'll get made" Somebody made a bet Somebody paid
The cool desert morning and nothing to save Just metal and plastic Where your body caved
The slow games of poker with Lieutenant Ray and the ward with the blue walls A sea with no name Where you lie adrift with the heroes Of The Devil's Arcade
You sleep and dream your buddies Charlie and Jin and wake with the fake desert dust on your skin
Voice says "Don't worry I'm here Just whisper the word tomorrow in my ear" House on a quiet street Home for the brave A Glorious kingdom with the sun on your face Rising from a long night As dark as the grave
On a thin sheet, the next moments and something like faith On a morning to order A breakfast to make A bed draped in sunshine A Body that waits For the touch of your fingers The end of the day
The beat of your heart (X 7) The slow burning away Love's bitter fires of the Devil's ArcadeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.