Slave to the Take in Your Heaven Songtext

von When Saints Go Machine

Hurricane hit
Some words add to truth some don't
Ran out for smoke mid fire
Habits die hard

Happy you came
Now I'm a constant wait
Happy you came
Four walls a constant wake

Why should I listen
Names on shuttles in space
Dead end streets I pave
No wider than what's missing
On dog's fours you listen
Slave to take in your heaven
Slave to take in your heaven

Shot through eight and I shot through ten
I don't mind the
Mystic sea or myth in me
I'm in love

Shot through eight and I shot through ten
Doubled time I'm
Shocked by your moves
And make pretend
I'm in love

No screams could make it end
I could
Could have been glowing from the
Additives in the drinks
Or noon woods

Happy you came
I was about to lose it all

Why should I listen for
Names on shuttles in space
Dead end streets I pave
No wider than what's missing
On dog's fours you listen
Slave to take in your heaven
Slave to take in your heaven

Shot through eight and I shot through ten
I don't mind the
Mystic sea or myth in me
I'm in love

Shot through eight and I shot through ten
Doubled time I'm
Shocked by your moves
And make pretend
I'm in love

Mouth never speaks of summer
Home feels like the road still
Bent palm trees
Won't part a leaf
Storm up ahead still

I meet people
These strangers tell me
I'm not straight
In bars they tell me I'm hate
In bars I'm with fate
Tell them I'm with fate

I meet people
These strangers tell me
I'm not straight
In bars they tell me I'm hate
In the some bars I tell them
I'm with fate

Me
I'm with fate