Sweet Talk Songtext

von The Killers

Lift me up on my honor
Take me over this spell
Get this weight off my shoulder
I've carried it well
Loose these shackles of pressure
Shake me out of these chains
Lead me not to temptation
Hold my hand harder
Ease my mind
Roll down the smokescreen
And open the sky

Let me fly

Then I need a release from these troubles of mine
Fix my feet when they're stumbling
And well you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes

Dig me out from this thorn tree
Help me bury my shame
Keep my eyes from the fire
They can't handle the flame
They've cut out from my brothers
When most of them fell
I carried it well

Let me fly

Then I need a release from these troubles of mine
Fix my feet when they're stumbling
I guess you know it hurts sometimes
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes

Now hold on
I'm not looking for sweet talk
I'm looking for time
Time for towering sweet folk
All because it hurts sometimes
You know it's gonna bleed sometimes
Hold on

You know it's gonna hurt sometimes
When you call me
Hold on...
Hold on...
Hold on...

I'm gonna climb that symphony home
And make it mine
And this pleasure is mine, my way
See all these pessimistic sufferers
Tend to drag me down
So I could use it to shelter what good I've found