Song | Devils Bargain |
Artist | New Model Army |
Album | Between Wine And Blood |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
So you found your way out there to the edge of the world | |
Where the falcons fly but you're still pinned to the ground | |
So up the stony pathways like Moses before | |
To stand high on your mountain and look down on us all | |
They call this faith, they call it a devils bargain | |
Or just following on to the end | |
There's a thousand little tricks and games of control | |
And the withholding of love is the cruelest of all | |
People are like trees, they sway and they bend | |
But you stand like a rock and face into the wind | |
They call this faith... | |
And the closer to the sun, the colder and thinner the air becomes | |
But you were never scared of anything or anyone | |
You stand like a statue as the animals come | |
To take from your hand, to eat from your hand | |
There's a dusty old photograph I'll always recall | |
Maybe it's true what they say – it takes a piece of your soul | |
You were jumping from the bridge and falling into space | |
Looking back at the camera with that smile on your face | |
They call this faith... |
So you found your way out there to the edge of the world | |
Where the falcons fly but you' re still pinned to the ground | |
So up the stony pathways like Moses before | |
To stand high on your mountain and look down on us all | |
They call this faith, they call it a devils bargain | |
Or just following on to the end | |
There' s a thousand little tricks and games of control | |
And the withholding of love is the cruelest of all | |
People are like trees, they sway and they bend | |
But you stand like a rock and face into the wind | |
They call this faith... | |
And the closer to the sun, the colder and thinner the air becomes | |
But you were never scared of anything or anyone | |
You stand like a statue as the animals come | |
To take from your hand, to eat from your hand | |
There' s a dusty old photograph I' ll always recall | |
Maybe it' s true what they say it takes a piece of your soul | |
You were jumping from the bridge and falling into space | |
Looking back at the camera with that smile on your face | |
They call this faith... |
So you found your way out there to the edge of the world | |
Where the falcons fly but you' re still pinned to the ground | |
So up the stony pathways like Moses before | |
To stand high on your mountain and look down on us all | |
They call this faith, they call it a devils bargain | |
Or just following on to the end | |
There' s a thousand little tricks and games of control | |
And the withholding of love is the cruelest of all | |
People are like trees, they sway and they bend | |
But you stand like a rock and face into the wind | |
They call this faith... | |
And the closer to the sun, the colder and thinner the air becomes | |
But you were never scared of anything or anyone | |
You stand like a statue as the animals come | |
To take from your hand, to eat from your hand | |
There' s a dusty old photograph I' ll always recall | |
Maybe it' s true what they say it takes a piece of your soul | |
You were jumping from the bridge and falling into space | |
Looking back at the camera with that smile on your face | |
They call this faith... |