Shaking The Dead - My Passion

Head, in your spinning head

Is a day made for hiding

Red, your cheeks are red

The strain of the sliding

The dog’s at the door

He wants to know what you’re waiting for

The shade’s on the floor

Demands a price and one day you will pay

Take the joy that lingers

Slip the note between your fingers

Skip the open space between us

Scared for me and I’m scared for you

Live for little pleasures

Grab these unexpected treasures

We will dig the dirt together

Shake with me and I’ll shake with you

Dread, all the words you said

I’d rather have lying

Dead, your eyes are dead

The hurt of dividing

She runs to the shore

Don’t even know what we’re fighting for

If there’s nothing more

Sit on the edge and wait here for the fall

Hold the hand that shivers

Listen to the voice that quivers

We will take what life will give us

Scared for me and I’m scared for you

Cover this side cover this side cover this

Cover this side cover this side cover this

Cover this side cover this side

Scared for me and I’m scared for you

Waking the dead again

Waking the dead again

Shaking the dead again

Shaking the dead