Cloak şarkı sözleri

Lord let's get the hell out of this rut Or solace will surely never come Exclaim sweep discarded words away Prophetic they never were As the crow flies We'll walk into the gale The spring in my step Is the taste that you make My chaperone My advocate My cloaking device I could use your advice Cos I don't need proof While ever there's you Gravity fails and There's wind in these sails