Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Soothsayer, artist - The Mars Volta. Album song The Bedlam in Goliath, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Motown
Song language: English
Soothsayer |
| My love becomes a mange |
| Dyeing autumn in its leaves |
| When it broke me in the branch |
| Where my antlers come to feed |
| And I swam a hundred days |
| In the bosom of this filth |
| Carry on this drought |
| As I tighten my belt |
| This deceit has no arms |
| Bended will, take what’s yours |
| This deceit has no arms |
| Bended will, take what’s yours |
| Calling me, she’s calling me |
| This it may have come to falter |
| We have become these pleads |
| In a field of balding marble |
| Where the medicine awaits |
| The hourglass pokes at |
| The ribs of my cage |
| At half rations I’m finished |
| At half rations the minutes |
| All that happens was given |
| Coil and embrace |
| This deceit has no arms |
| Bended will, take what’s yours |
| This deceit has no arms |
| Bended will, take what’s yours |
| Calling me, she’s calling me |
| This it may have come to falter |
| We have become these pleads |
| This deceit has no arms |
| Bended will, take what’s yours |
| This deceit has no arms |
| Bended will, take what’s yours |
| Calling me, she’s calling me |
| This it may have come to falter |
| We have become these pleads |