Asleep In The Chapel Lyrics

Song	Asleep In The Chapel
Artist	Thursday
Album	War All The Time
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Rickly, Thursday
	Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street
	And in our beds, under the sheets
	They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck
	Next to the rosary you count falling asleep, and we're praying
	These are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	Since we can't compete with martyred saints
	We'll douse ourselves in gasoline
	And hang our bodies from the lampposts
	So that our shadows turn into bright lights
	White lights, white heat
	We'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane
	We swerve to the beat, spill all the ink, no revisions
	Do you hear the church bells ringing?
	Wake up, wake up in an outline and try to speak
	With the shattered voice of the lives we lead
	Have we slept too long
	Between the bullet holes in a stained glass window state?
	And we're praying
	These are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	When we repent and we're praying
	We fall on the page, read in the margins
	We are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	Someday we'll be complete like modern saints
	Baptize our kids in gasoline
	And hang our doubts up in cathedrals
	So that they turn to faith in the colored sun
	Red rain, red rain
	We'll make as we're blacking out in the center lane
	We swerve to the beat, spill all the ink, no revisions
	Do you hear the church bells ringing?
	They ring for you
	We woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it
	And all the street's are filled with a thousand burning crosses
	And what we thought was the sunrise was just passing headlights
	Still the choir girls sing"Oh Lord, can You save us, save us?"'
	Oh Lord, sing hallelujah''
	Oh Lord, can
	You save us, save us?''
	Oh, Lord, sing hallelujah'
	They are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	We're falling asleep with open eyes
	Falling asleep inside the chapel
	Falling asleep in chalk outlines
	Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by

	zuo ci : Rickly, Thursday
	Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street
	And in our beds, under the sheets
	They' re the halo of guilt hanging around your neck
	Next to the rosary you count falling asleep, and we' re praying
	These are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	Since we can' t compete with martyred saints
	We' ll douse ourselves in gasoline
	And hang our bodies from the lampposts
	So that our shadows turn into bright lights
	White lights, white heat
	We' ll make as we' re blacking out in the center lane
	We swerve to the beat, spill all the ink, no revisions
	Do you hear the church bells ringing?
	Wake up, wake up in an outline and try to speak
	With the shattered voice of the lives we lead
	Have we slept too long
	Between the bullet holes in a stained glass window state?
	And we' re praying
	These are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	When we repent and we' re praying
	We fall on the page, read in the margins
	We are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	Someday we' ll be complete like modern saints
	Baptize our kids in gasoline
	And hang our doubts up in cathedrals
	So that they turn to faith in the colored sun
	Red rain, red rain
	We' ll make as we' re blacking out in the center lane
	We swerve to the beat, spill all the ink, no revisions
	Do you hear the church bells ringing?
	They ring for you
	We woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it
	And all the street' s are filled with a thousand burning crosses
	And what we thought was the sunrise was just passing headlights
	Still the choir girls sing" Oh Lord, can You save us, save us?"'
	Oh Lord, sing hallelujah''
	Oh Lord, can
	You save us, save us?''
	Oh, Lord, sing hallelujah'
	They are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	We' re falling asleep with open eyes
	Falling asleep inside the chapel
	Falling asleep in chalk outlines
	Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by

	zuò cí : Rickly, Thursday
	Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street
	And in our beds, under the sheets
	They' re the halo of guilt hanging around your neck
	Next to the rosary you count falling asleep, and we' re praying
	These are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	Since we can' t compete with martyred saints
	We' ll douse ourselves in gasoline
	And hang our bodies from the lampposts
	So that our shadows turn into bright lights
	White lights, white heat
	We' ll make as we' re blacking out in the center lane
	We swerve to the beat, spill all the ink, no revisions
	Do you hear the church bells ringing?
	Wake up, wake up in an outline and try to speak
	With the shattered voice of the lives we lead
	Have we slept too long
	Between the bullet holes in a stained glass window state?
	And we' re praying
	These are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	When we repent and we' re praying
	We fall on the page, read in the margins
	We are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	Someday we' ll be complete like modern saints
	Baptize our kids in gasoline
	And hang our doubts up in cathedrals
	So that they turn to faith in the colored sun
	Red rain, red rain
	We' ll make as we' re blacking out in the center lane
	We swerve to the beat, spill all the ink, no revisions
	Do you hear the church bells ringing?
	They ring for you
	We woke up this morning to a sky with no air in it
	And all the street' s are filled with a thousand burning crosses
	And what we thought was the sunrise was just passing headlights
	Still the choir girls sing" Oh Lord, can You save us, save us?"'
	Oh Lord, sing hallelujah''
	Oh Lord, can
	You save us, save us?''
	Oh, Lord, sing hallelujah'
	They are the symptoms of letting go all our hope
	We' re falling asleep with open eyes
	Falling asleep inside the chapel
	Falling asleep in chalk outlines
	Falling asleep as the headlights pass us by

Similar Songs

YouTube Results (More on YouTube)