歌词

Mystic palm, gem and tarot A few escape your magic arrow I saw you reel them in for miles Each captivated crooked smile And you know you can't heal them all Your double diamond disposition Refractions of your centre prism Your magic arrow flies precision And you saw it from that vantage point Perimeter scratched on the nation's native hide And we saw those Christian clippers glide Over white caps and white sails high Over white knuckles I was fine 'til I saw the pale horse ride And open up it's gait across the ocean floor You were fine 'til you saw the white rider take And take some more Our mother's milk double pharaoh A few escape your magic arrow And with a Christ as bayonet Oh, you siphoned off the hellion's threats And even in your ghastly visions Your magic arrow flies precision Whistles fly like a boiling potion Charges like a locomotive And you saw it from that vantage point Perimeter scratched on the nation's native hide And we saw those Christian clippers glide Over white caps and white sails and high Over white knuckles And you were fine 'til you saw the pale horse ride Open up it's gait across the ocean floor You were fine 'til you saw the white rider take And take some more
Writer(s): Taylor William Kirk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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