Garbage - A Store Of Luck | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Garbage
• A Store Of Luck

Hanging by threads of palest silver
I could have stayed that way
forever
Bad blood and ghosts wrapped
tight around me
Nothing could ever seem to
touch me

I lose what I love most

Did you know I was lost
until you found me?

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and
All around me falling

You say that you'll be
there to catch me
Or will you only try
to trap me
These are the rules I make
Our chains were meant
to break
You'll never change me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
You're falling down and
All around me falling

Stroke of luck or a gift from God?
Hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You come to me now

Don't ask me why
Don't even try

A stroke of luck or a gift from God?
The hand of fate or devil's claws?
From below or saints above?
You came to me

Here comes the cold again
I feel it closing in
It's falling down and
All around me falling

Falling, falling
Falling, falling
Falling, falling

Garbage еще тексты