| Angels and Airwaves – Saturday Love Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Correct lyrics from the official digital booklet for L )VE Part II: I know that I can’t tell you This light is slowly fading Like mail that was never dated From towns that were burned and raided And lost without a soul With you forever more I’m sorry but I can’t tell you I feel like a pattern A shape that will never matter A color that will never flatter It’s all gonna come around It’s all gonna make your eyes burn I really wanna tell you That love is like a furnace That burns in and out of purpose So hot that it makes me nervous So large that it won’t cool out So big that it can’t burn out I wait sixteen, a Saturday love My heart beats fast, in far away love Your eyes so pure, they never grow up You stay with me, we never grow up My love I know that I can’t tell you My mind is running circles My eyes have begun to swirl Like death that is not as sterile I ain’t gonna let you down I ain’t gonna let you leave me I’m sorry but I can’t tell you That life that it makes me crazy So I just like to daydream Cause dreams yeah they make me happy Will you come along, my love? Will you come along here with me? I wait sixteen, a Saturday love My heart beats fast, in far away love Your eyes so pure, they never grow up You stay with me, we never grow up My love |
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| Angels and Airwaves – The Revelator Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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These are the lyrics from the official digital booklet for L )VE Part II: Can you tell me your name, there? Are you calling me out? Are you walking my way? Are you losing your faith? Cause you make lots of noise, there Are you looking for buyers? Or a group of more liars? Are you using your faith? When we all have a choice, then Will you act like a man? Will you raise up your hands? When the shit hits the fan? Turning white as a ghost As the air leaves your throat Will you throw me a rope? Or go at it alone? (Chorus) It’s a little late, in a little while Can we forget about it? With a little lake of a little fire We’ll take the fun out of it Pour a little wine, take a little kneel Pack a winter bag and wallet Get a bit of ice and a heavy meal There is no easy way out As you pray for the end to come All you’ll get is a marching line As you wait for the hounds of hell You’ll be in for a big surprise Cause the end it will never come But we’re in for a few hard times And we’ll get knocked up, down and done But the truth is we’re still alive Can you tell me your name, there? Does the cat have your tongue? Are you calling someone? Are you waiting to run? When the show will arrive It will be right on time So you better sit tight It’ll be a great ride Where we goin’? Come on over No one’s dying We’re fine |
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