Sweet Talk - The Killers

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Lift me up on my honor,
Take me over the spell,
Get this weight off my shoulders,
I've 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
Open the sky

Chorus:
Let me fly,
Man, I need a release from this troublesome mind,
Fix my feet when they're stalling

And, well, you know, it hurts sometimes,
You know its gonna bleed sometime

Dig me out from this thorntree,
Help me bury my shame,
Keep my eyes from the fire,
They can't handle the flame,
Place God out for my brothers,
Where most of them fell,
I carried it well

Chorus

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 thoughts,
Brother 'cause it hurts sometimes,
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes

Hold on

You know it's gonna hurt sometimes,
When you're calling me, hold on

Hold on
Hold on

I'm gonna climb that symphony home and make it mine,
Let it's (??) light my way,
See all these pessimistic sufferers tend to drag me down,
So, I could use it to shelter what good I've found     ...   Všechny texty od: The Killers