Song | Santa Muerte's Lightning & Flare |
Artist | Paul Thomas Saunders |
Album | Beautiful Desolation |
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I fell into Santa Muerte's eyes, | |
Cadillac lips that shine but don't smile, | |
She said, | |
\"Listen love, I don't ever cry, | |
I can sleep at night, | |
No regrets keep my eyes wide. | |
You just looked lonely tonight.\" | |
It was a well-‐rehearsed line, | |
Told one hundred times. | |
Put her hand on mine, | |
And the world just turned under our feet. | |
Lord, I've never felt so old. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
In a photograph, | |
You wore L.A. shades, | |
Under shelter hiding from the Northern rain. | |
On the barest wall you hung there, unafraid. | |
Oh those glory days, | |
See how you've changed. | |
As you clean the paint from your tired eyes, | |
Love, in each line's a tale. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. |
I fell into Santa Muerte' s eyes, | |
Cadillac lips that shine but don' t smile, | |
She said, | |
" Listen love, I don' t ever cry, | |
I can sleep at night, | |
No regrets keep my eyes wide. | |
You just looked lonely tonight." | |
It was a well rehearsed line, | |
Told one hundred times. | |
Put her hand on mine, | |
And the world just turned under our feet. | |
Lord, I' ve never felt so old. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
In a photograph, | |
You wore L. A. shades, | |
Under shelter hiding from the Northern rain. | |
On the barest wall you hung there, unafraid. | |
Oh those glory days, | |
See how you' ve changed. | |
As you clean the paint from your tired eyes, | |
Love, in each line' s a tale. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. |
I fell into Santa Muerte' s eyes, | |
Cadillac lips that shine but don' t smile, | |
She said, | |
" Listen love, I don' t ever cry, | |
I can sleep at night, | |
No regrets keep my eyes wide. | |
You just looked lonely tonight." | |
It was a well rehearsed line, | |
Told one hundred times. | |
Put her hand on mine, | |
And the world just turned under our feet. | |
Lord, I' ve never felt so old. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
In a photograph, | |
You wore L. A. shades, | |
Under shelter hiding from the Northern rain. | |
On the barest wall you hung there, unafraid. | |
Oh those glory days, | |
See how you' ve changed. | |
As you clean the paint from your tired eyes, | |
Love, in each line' s a tale. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning, | |
Lightning and Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. | |
You were Lightning | |
And Flare. |