Pistol 歌词

My head is a pistol and it's banging your way My hands are an ocean, and they'll reach you someday You'll never see me as i'm flying over you Can you still hear me, drifting, like the sound of the balloon Come on and set a curse on me and make it please last long Come on and hold your fears, this instant won't last long My easy finger is tracing lines on your walls And dripping painting on your worn out rug My pigeon eye sight is a wall of despair Never be frightened and take care of what's left Come on and set a curse on me and make it please last long Come on and hold your fears, this instant won't last long Come on and face your fears for this angel to play Have his voice now ringing in the church of decay Make it so quiet it will play all night long For every hour lost hides a step to the arch Make it so early game, make it reel and roll Tear it up and run around it, it won't go far I wish you'd count on me I wish you'd lean on me I wish you'd trust me and follow me all along Ahahahahah...