The Killers - Sweet Talk

lift me up on my honour

Take me over this spell

Get this weight of my shoulder

I carried it well

loose these shackles of pressure

Shake me out of these chains

Lead me not to temptation

Hold my hand harder

ease my mind

Roll down the smokescreen

and open the sky

let me fly

then I need a release from

these troubles of mine

fix my feet

when they’re stumbling

And well you know it hurts sometimes

you know it’s gonna bleed sometimes

Dig me out from this thorn tree

Help me bury my shame

Keep my eyes from the fire

they can’t handle the flame

they’ve cut out from my brothers

when most of them fail

I carried it well

let me fly

then I need a release from

these troubles of mine

fix my feet

when they’re stumbling

I guess you know it hurts sometimes

you know it’s gonna bleed sometimes

now hold on

I’m not looking for sweet talk

I’m looking for time

time for towering sweet folk

all because it hurts sometimes

you know it’s gonna bleed sometimes

hold on

you know it’s gonna hurt sometimes

when you call me

Hold on

Hold on, hold on

I’m gonna come with that symphony home

And make it mine

And this pleasure is mine

mark my way

see all these pestilence pills, expert on pills

came to drag me down

so I could use this to shelter

what could I’ve found

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