Song | Badger |
Artist | This Town Needs Guns |
Album | Animals |
I read your call sign; | |
Butterfly. | |
Thoughts of wings open wide, cast in sunlight. | |
In my hand your bones are brittle and you burst in to flame. | |
Untie me and let me leave. | |
So what if | |
I should forget to breathe? | |
Will white light rescue me and secure my salvation? | |
I can all but hope. | |
That time will tell that this was real enough for me. | |
Blessed with hindsight, it was clear to me. | |
Your reckless advancements came with no guarantees. | |
My mind’s made up.we were never in love. | |
So what’s lefts absolution for the weight of our sin.so if there’s no sign of the morrow our souls remain clean. |
I read your call sign | |
Butterfly. | |
Thoughts of wings open wide, cast in sunlight. | |
In my hand your bones are brittle and you burst in to flame. | |
Untie me and let me leave. | |
So what if | |
I should forget to breathe? | |
Will white light rescue me and secure my salvation? | |
I can all but hope. | |
That time will tell that this was real enough for me. | |
Blessed with hindsight, it was clear to me. | |
Your reckless advancements came with no guarantees. | |
My mind' s made up. we were never in love. | |
So what' s lefts absolution for the weight of our sin. so if there' s no sign of the morrow our souls remain clean. |