This Ain't No Place For Animals - Hands Like Houses

This Ain't No Place For Animals - Hands Like Houses

Альбом
Ground Dweller
Год
2012
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
247320

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This Ain't No Place For Animals

Hands Like Houses

The gasoline is mixing with the oxygen

In this carousel the silence is so surreal

I’ve been misled down empty streets

To a heart that never beats with a body that I can’t keep

And we’re blessed with these, these horrors for highways

This city turns, no longer content to just brush shoulders

Have we lost our touch?

A light goes on, we throw our blankets aside

And it’s been hours now and we still know nothing

We still know nothing

The scars just don’t heal the same when we collide

I’d never say that we step to the other side

To keep us from brushing shoulders

Well, it’s collisions we need to remind us that we’re alive

I’ll never say that you make me sick

But you’re turning all the questions to cancers, whoa

Someone call in the emergency

And we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see

The kind of things that the surgeons see

When the blood work won’t give us the answers, whoa

They’ll never tell us, 'cause they don’t know what’s killing us

My heart’s at a million miles an hour and we brace for the impact

It makes time stand still

Forcing momentum into a moment

So for a split second I see your face

In between all the broken glass, hanging like a mobile

And this is a picture we’ll never quite forget

The surgeons pick, they pick at my body

(Their fingers dance, they dance all around me)

The surgeons pick, they pick at my body

(Their fingers dance, they dance all around me)

Hold still while they pick at my body

(Their fingers dance, they’ll dance all around me)

Hold still while they pick at my body

They’ll dance all around me

Breathe your anesthetic words to slow us down

Tear back the skin to find the chase, a pulse back home

I’ll never say that you make me sick

But you’re turning all the questions to cancers, whoa

Someone call in the emergency

And we’ll peel back the dressings so we can see

The kind of things that the surgeons see

When the blood work won’t give us the answers, whoa

They’ll never tell us, 'cause they don’t know what’s killing us

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