TVD our.diar - Michael Malarkey - Wolves | Текст песни

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• TVD our.diar - Michael Malarkey
• Wolves

I'm losing faith just before dark
but when the fire's gone cold I'm still catching sparks
and this canyon is a clutter of old scars

all of my ghosts they congregate here
it's like a seance of sorts, the skeleton years
but my honour is older than my tears

but i don't let the wolves smell my fear anymore
and i wait for the moon to disappear

oh holy host of the morning
make me tear apart my winnings and withdraw into my cave
another golden cup of bruises, a violent bed of roses
and the need to misbehave

it's an old crooked road
and I'm carrying that same load
like a destitute, a tramp
I just need a hand

oh lord
how I've slandered you
please forgive me
lend me your hand

fight with myself, I fight with you
but my story's confused, I might as well prove
that any other man would be haunted just like me

drones in the hive they dissipate
but my storybook love incinerates
all the yellow eyes and fangs encircling me

and i don't let the wolves smell my fear anymore
and i wait for the moon to disappear

oh shining hand of the dayspring
let me wake this guardian angel and breathe life into her cage
the only pain that I feel is the pain of the unknown
and the urge to disappear

it's an old crooked road
and I'm carrying that same load
like a destitute, a tramp
I just need a hand

oh lord
how I've slandered you
please forgive me
lend me your hand

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