Song | On My Fingers |
Artist | Iceage |
Album | Plowing Into the Field of Love |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
They try to feed me in times of hunger | |
But I refuse their generous hands | |
Though I am a taker, an opportunist | |
I’ve got longings no offer can stand | |
Take a good look here | |
Marble at this stunner of a being so profound | |
He must be our saviour | |
The second coming | |
He has come here to waltz around | |
I don’t care whose house is on fire | |
As long as I can warm myself at the blaze | |
Of burning furnish, cherished photographs | |
Unrelated hell | |
Come here and balance | |
On my fingers | |
They will be here for you | |
When its all you have left | |
I always lied to you, did you not know | |
And I’ll put you in manacles, doesn’t it show | |
Little bird land on my fingers | |
I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings | |
Can you transcend my force in your broken allure | |
Flee in my shackles, I´ll be coming after you |
They try to feed me in times of hunger | |
But I refuse their generous hands | |
Though I am a taker, an opportunist | |
I' ve got longings no offer can stand | |
Take a good look here | |
Marble at this stunner of a being so profound | |
He must be our saviour | |
The second coming | |
He has come here to waltz around | |
I don' t care whose house is on fire | |
As long as I can warm myself at the blaze | |
Of burning furnish, cherished photographs | |
Unrelated hell | |
Come here and balance | |
On my fingers | |
They will be here for you | |
When its all you have left | |
I always lied to you, did you not know | |
And I' ll put you in manacles, doesn' t it show | |
Little bird land on my fingers | |
I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings | |
Can you transcend my force in your broken allure | |
Flee in my shackles, I ll be coming after you |
They try to feed me in times of hunger | |
But I refuse their generous hands | |
Though I am a taker, an opportunist | |
I' ve got longings no offer can stand | |
Take a good look here | |
Marble at this stunner of a being so profound | |
He must be our saviour | |
The second coming | |
He has come here to waltz around | |
I don' t care whose house is on fire | |
As long as I can warm myself at the blaze | |
Of burning furnish, cherished photographs | |
Unrelated hell | |
Come here and balance | |
On my fingers | |
They will be here for you | |
When its all you have left | |
I always lied to you, did you not know | |
And I' ll put you in manacles, doesn' t it show | |
Little bird land on my fingers | |
I will place a stone on each of your hostile wings | |
Can you transcend my force in your broken allure | |
Flee in my shackles, I ll be coming after you |