Hemmingbirds - Perpetrator | Текст песни

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• Hemmingbirds
• Perpetrator

Heaven knows you’re on,
But the feeling’s getting off
There’s a light, there’s a life,
That you wish you were on.

How you sigh yourself to sleep
To ease the better dreams,
Floating off of the ground,
Floating off to the way which you belong.

The demon on your sheets,
The dreams that take your sleep
Through the night, through the night
Until morning drags you out

How you wander back and forth
Absorbing the remorse
And you’re on, and you’re off.
Until memories set again.

Oh, the reasons I’m not sure in what to believe in
Help me, God, I think you’re just a thought that is leaving

Get into your car,
Turn the engine on,
For a drive through the night
Through lights that stretch through dark

And the thoughts come streaming out
The guilty and bitter hours
To resolve, to resolve
As morning sets again

Oh, the reasons I’m not sure in what to believe in
Help me, God, I think you’re just a thought and I don’t know what to believe in.