Saint-Francis
Sixteen bridges to cross till San Francisco
Trippy lights on the side of the road make your skin glow
Pristine bottles of that old wine that you love so
Filthy excuses you make while you pray for the end goal
Ghost-like pictures to claim your position
Blindly leading the blind to submission
Skip a line for quick life gratification
Till you override, subside, all things black and white
Displays buzz in your head and the three dots
Are downward spiraling fragments of your thoughts
Elevator built out of pride, out of self-love
Ride it all the way to the top, find God
You're more than the shade of red on your cheeks, love
More than the needles you willingly bleed for
More than he's ever able to see
In a frame, on a screen, in a box with your name on
Straight face, you're afraid of this cage
Where everybody gets stuck trying to control luck
Straight face, you're afraid of this cage
Where everybody gets stuck trying to control luck
Sixteen bridges till San Francisco
Trippy lights on the road make your skin glow
Pristine bottles of that wine that you love so
Filthy excuses to pray for the end goal
Trippy lights on the side of the road make your skin glow
Pristine bottles of that old wine that you love so
Filthy excuses you make while you pray for the end goal
Ghost-like pictures to claim your position
Blindly leading the blind to submission
Skip a line for quick life gratification
Till you override, subside, all things black and white
Displays buzz in your head and the three dots
Are downward spiraling fragments of your thoughts
Elevator built out of pride, out of self-love
Ride it all the way to the top, find God
You're more than the shade of red on your cheeks, love
More than the needles you willingly bleed for
More than he's ever able to see
In a frame, on a screen, in a box with your name on
Straight face, you're afraid of this cage
Where everybody gets stuck trying to control luck
Straight face, you're afraid of this cage
Where everybody gets stuck trying to control luck
Sixteen bridges till San Francisco
Trippy lights on the road make your skin glow
Pristine bottles of that wine that you love so
Filthy excuses to pray for the end goal
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Schilders, Anna L G Volder De
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.