Jaws of Hell (Redux)
Come on and lean right in
Into the middle of the wind
To the place where we sign on in
Meet at the top of a hit
Go off where the waves spit
Go off where the skies are still
Off the top of a cliff
Watch for the first to hit
Make a small bet on it
Or we could lean right in
Cover up winter skin
Making this last one win
We keep falling
'Til his lips stop moving
We keep falling
'Til his lips stop moving
About we make a break from here
Weed on up from the guts of hell
Take a breather where his lungs should be
We can jump from the edge of here
Wait on up until the break of day
Wait on in 'til he gives away
When the devil pours his words away
We'll swing out from the jaws of hell
We'll swing out from the jaws of hell
We're at a war inside
I follow the two man line
It seems like we're done
But let the fate decide it
Throw my soul into the lake
Back my cards into the grave
We're at a two way sign hoping that we go down mine
Throw my soul into the lake, back my cards into the grave
The sweet of the call, the roof of your name
The further it's gone, the sting of the tail
The king of the coil is whispering your name
He ride on the bell, felt like diamonds
Felt like diamonds
Felt like diamonds
Felt like diamonds
Into the middle of the wind
To the place where we sign on in
Meet at the top of a hit
Go off where the waves spit
Go off where the skies are still
Off the top of a cliff
Watch for the first to hit
Make a small bet on it
Or we could lean right in
Cover up winter skin
Making this last one win
We keep falling
'Til his lips stop moving
We keep falling
'Til his lips stop moving
About we make a break from here
Weed on up from the guts of hell
Take a breather where his lungs should be
We can jump from the edge of here
Wait on up until the break of day
Wait on in 'til he gives away
When the devil pours his words away
We'll swing out from the jaws of hell
We'll swing out from the jaws of hell
We're at a war inside
I follow the two man line
It seems like we're done
But let the fate decide it
Throw my soul into the lake
Back my cards into the grave
We're at a two way sign hoping that we go down mine
Throw my soul into the lake, back my cards into the grave
The sweet of the call, the roof of your name
The further it's gone, the sting of the tail
The king of the coil is whispering your name
He ride on the bell, felt like diamonds
Felt like diamonds
Felt like diamonds
Felt like diamonds
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Trotter, David Jakes, Andrew Bushen, Gavin Edgeley, Ross Grant Smithwick
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