Song | Mercury |
Artist | Die So Fluid |
Album | The World Is Too Big For One Lifetime |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
This unholy temptation grows, | |
it's an epidemic | |
sweeping through my soul. | |
Tell me my familiar, | |
should I dare to go | |
with my hand in his, | |
an unfurling rose. | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Nerves run high and resistance low, | |
and our misconceptions, | |
they begin to show. | |
But we're mercury, | |
and with heat we flow | |
back toward each other | |
to rejoin as whole. | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Though we trample every path, | |
though we stumble through the dark, | |
our souls are s‘till joined at the seams. | |
I would never take your dreams | |
away. | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Though we trample every path, | |
though we stumble through the dark, | |
our souls are s‘till joined at the seams. | |
I would never take your dreams | |
away. |
This unholy temptation grows, | |
it' s an epidemic | |
sweeping through my soul. | |
Tell me my familiar, | |
should I dare to go | |
with my hand in his, | |
an unfurling rose. | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Nerves run high and resistance low, | |
and our misconceptions, | |
they begin to show. | |
But we' re mercury, | |
and with heat we flow | |
back toward each other | |
to rejoin as whole. | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Though we trample every path, | |
though we stumble through the dark, | |
our souls are s' till joined at the seams. | |
I would never take your dreams | |
away. | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Though we trample every path, | |
though we stumble through the dark, | |
our souls are s' till joined at the seams. | |
I would never take your dreams | |
away. |
This unholy temptation grows, | |
it' s an epidemic | |
sweeping through my soul. | |
Tell me my familiar, | |
should I dare to go | |
with my hand in his, | |
an unfurling rose. | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Nerves run high and resistance low, | |
and our misconceptions, | |
they begin to show. | |
But we' re mercury, | |
and with heat we flow | |
back toward each other | |
to rejoin as whole. | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Though we trample every path, | |
though we stumble through the dark, | |
our souls are s' till joined at the seams. | |
I would never take your dreams | |
away. | |
Oh, oh, oh | |
Do good things come to those who wait | |
or do they wait forever. | |
We made a pact in blood and tears | |
that we could not be severed. | |
Though we trample every path, | |
though we stumble through the dark, | |
our souls are s' till joined at the seams. | |
I would never take your dreams | |
away. |