Pistol – Dahlia – letras

My head is a pistol and it’s banging your wayMy hands are an ocean, and they’ll reach you somedayYou’ll never see me as i’m flying over youCan you still hear me, drifting, like the sound of the balloonCome on and set a curse on me and make it please last longCome on and hold your fears, this instant won’t last longMy easy finger is tracing lines on your wallsAnd dripping painting on your worn out rugMy pigeon eye sight is a wall of despairNever be frightened and take care of what’s leftCome on and set a curse on me and make it please last longCome on and hold your fears, this instant won’t last longCome on and face your fears for this angel to playHave his voice now ringing in the church of decayMake it so quiet it will play all night longFor every hour lost hides a step to the archMake it so early game, make it reel and rollTear it up and run around it, it won’t go farI wish you’d count on meI wish you’d lean on meI wish you’d trust me and follow me all alongAhahahahah…