Hostage Situation
I won't pretend that I can string together a sentence
Or take the weight off of your shoulders
Don't try to convince me of your innocence, where is the door am I hot or colder
Cause I've been guessing babe, fumbling around cause of this blindfold
And all these noises make me hesitant
So hands in the air, oh yeah that's you told
I heard that God never works on Sundays, so I'm making peace with my demons
No God won't lift a finger some days, so lay down your head
Lay down your head and stare at the shining sun
I think we've got a lack of communication, just where are you going to try to tie me down
I've never been in a hostage situation, up on the screen you never see them frown
But you look so beautiful, oh won't you let the cameras catch your grace
You're all over the place, they caught a look at your face
You're a total disgrace, let me out, let me out, let me out
I heard that God never works on Sundays, so I'm making peace with my demons
No God won't lift a finger some days, so lay down your head
Lay down your head and stare at the shining sun
Hey Mister will you give us the conditions, of your unconditional surrender
This story doesn't end the way you think
No it won't end with you drowning your eyes in splendour
I heard that God never works on Sundays, so I'm making peace with my demons
No God won't lift a finger some days, so lay down your head
Lay down your head and stare at the shining sun
Or take the weight off of your shoulders
Don't try to convince me of your innocence, where is the door am I hot or colder
Cause I've been guessing babe, fumbling around cause of this blindfold
And all these noises make me hesitant
So hands in the air, oh yeah that's you told
I heard that God never works on Sundays, so I'm making peace with my demons
No God won't lift a finger some days, so lay down your head
Lay down your head and stare at the shining sun
I think we've got a lack of communication, just where are you going to try to tie me down
I've never been in a hostage situation, up on the screen you never see them frown
But you look so beautiful, oh won't you let the cameras catch your grace
You're all over the place, they caught a look at your face
You're a total disgrace, let me out, let me out, let me out
I heard that God never works on Sundays, so I'm making peace with my demons
No God won't lift a finger some days, so lay down your head
Lay down your head and stare at the shining sun
Hey Mister will you give us the conditions, of your unconditional surrender
This story doesn't end the way you think
No it won't end with you drowning your eyes in splendour
I heard that God never works on Sundays, so I'm making peace with my demons
No God won't lift a finger some days, so lay down your head
Lay down your head and stare at the shining sun
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Writer(s): Jack Heustice
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