Milk Thistle, milk Thistle Let me down slow Help me go slow I've been carrying on
I'm not scared of nothing I'll go pound for pound I keep death on my mind like a heavy crown
If I go to heaven I'll be bored as hell Like a little baby at the bottom of a well
Fair child, fair child How are you man? Did you fix that store front? Did you start that band?
Don't be scared of nothing You go pound for pound You bring peace to midnight like a spotted owl
I'll be rooting for you like my favorite team If somebody sweats you, you just point them out to me
All the sights and sounds This little world's too crowded now And there's only one way out
An elevator ride - Through the tunnel, towards the light And I'm nowhere bound Keep going up and down Up and down
Newspaper, newspaper Can't take no more You're here every morning Waiting at my door
I'm just trying to kiss you And you stab my eyes Make me blue forever like an island sky
And I'm not pretending that it's all ok Just let me have my coffee before you take away the day
Lazarus, Lazarus Why all the tears? Did your faithful chauffer just disappear?
What a lonesome feeling to be waiting round Like some washed up actress in a tinsel town
Before the record I'd come pick you up We'll head for the ocean Just say when you've had enough
All the light and sound This little world's too fragile now And there's only one way out
But if you let me slide I'll do my best to make things right And I'm nowhere bound Just going up and down Up and down
Milk Thistle, milk Thistle Let me down slow Just help me go slow I've been hurrying on
I was poised for greatness I was down and out I keep death at my heels like a bassett hound
If I go to heaven I'll be bored as hell Like a crying baby at the bottom of a well Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
