Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song David De La Hoz, artist - The Chariot. Album song Long Live (10 Year Anniversary), in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 10.12.2020
Record label: Good Fight
Song language: English
David De La Hoz |
You bet we fight until pressed against six feet |
Of distance and earth |
Yeah, we make mistakes that our fathers have made |
And my troubles come up from the earth |
My teeth, grit, fierce |
And I beg to you, understand. |
«Grace» is my name |
Tongues run amok and |
Fangs will breed on fangs |
So keep your secrets in the mattress |
And pray they don’t escape |
This impossible act of building our bridges |
Much faster than they burn |
Stay |
Because I can’t afford distance |
It’s shadowing my heart |
And what good is a sinner |
If we haven’t got grace |
(Save the son) |
My troubles boulevard across the land |
(Save the son) |
They keep their secrets in the mattress |
(Save the son) |
Discard |
(Save the son) |
I’m trying to keep it in the right hands |
Medic, medic, medic |
I have given up all my weapons and I’ve headed home |
Well I can see the words inside your silence |
But I can’t speak about your pain for you |
How long can you burn for anyways |
Turning over and back again with tongues ablaze |
Like, like lions without teeth hungry |
Staring at the forest with flames in our eyes |
Just talking with the trees |
If we can drift long enough, we’ll be home |
Sails blown by the fire within pushing me to you |
And you can live inside of me |
Sewn together |
Breaking and healing |
Growing and breaking again and again |
And you are a part of me |
You are my home and I’m your home |
But I’m no place you’ll want to be |
So I’m out here again sparks hid behind my teeth |
I won’t say a word for fear of failure spreading |
It takes some of us longer to get to our dead ends |
We have old blood stained with loose living |
Ran through charcoal hearts to make it red |
And we can be on fire again you and I |
You want this? |
Well say what you want |
Say what you mean! |
We can talk lung to closed ear |
Head inside of hand |
Turning over again together |
Cut up for the cheap heat running through our veins |
And we can lay brick by broken brick |
Our ashes pushed in between |
And build this road back home to where we want to be |
We are not our own, we are the same |
Let fangs give birth to fangs but I can’t walk away |
Let them breed |
Fangs give birth to fangs but I can’t walk away |
Let them breed |