These Things
If I could be your place to hide
I'd tell you the sweetest lies
Knowing we won't get out alive
I'd tell you that we'll be okay
If I could be your mercy seat
Where your secrets come to sleep
And, not the reason that you weep, I wouldn't be alone
With my heart in my throat
And my stomach on the floor
I'm beaten and I'm broken, but I'm coming back for more
And I miss you like an eagle with a broken wing
Misses the skies above
Where he would watch over these things
If I could be up there with you
I would only tell the truth, and if it hurts like pulling a tooth
Then it only hurts one time
Well, I'd protect you from their lies
But the ones I tell would fly
Circling up above our heads, to feast on a love that's dead
Your body close to mine, my heart in your hand
If we're gonna die together
Let's do it to the rhythm of the band
And I'll dance to your beating heart
And you'll dance on my grave
Just promise that you'll break my neck
When you know I can't be saved
From all these things
All these things
Keep me wide awake at night
All these things, used to keep my tunnel bright
Now, all these things make me scared of getting old
'Cause you're no longer here and now all I have to hold
Are all these things
I'd tell you the sweetest lies
Knowing we won't get out alive
I'd tell you that we'll be okay
If I could be your mercy seat
Where your secrets come to sleep
And, not the reason that you weep, I wouldn't be alone
With my heart in my throat
And my stomach on the floor
I'm beaten and I'm broken, but I'm coming back for more
And I miss you like an eagle with a broken wing
Misses the skies above
Where he would watch over these things
If I could be up there with you
I would only tell the truth, and if it hurts like pulling a tooth
Then it only hurts one time
Well, I'd protect you from their lies
But the ones I tell would fly
Circling up above our heads, to feast on a love that's dead
Your body close to mine, my heart in your hand
If we're gonna die together
Let's do it to the rhythm of the band
And I'll dance to your beating heart
And you'll dance on my grave
Just promise that you'll break my neck
When you know I can't be saved
From all these things
All these things
Keep me wide awake at night
All these things, used to keep my tunnel bright
Now, all these things make me scared of getting old
'Cause you're no longer here and now all I have to hold
Are all these things
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Writer(s): Carl E Nichols
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