I could be the tiger or I could be the snake
I could be the fire or I could be the lake
I could be the sky bird waiting on the wind
I could be the devil waiting to begin
See I was the wounded master and I was the slave
My hands in my mouth, aw honey, they would not behave
And I was the holy lion and I was the cage
And I was the bleeding actor and I was the stage
Now you’re telling me my heart’s sick
And I’m telling you I know
You’re telling me you're leaving
And I’m telling you to go
Not so sorry for the heart-wreck
But for each season left unblessed
A new terror in the canyons
A new terror in our chests
I could be the tether or I could be the place
Or I could be forever or just a couple days
I could be the morning that breaks upon your skin
I could be the devil and do it all again
See I was the wounded master and I was the slave
My hands in my mouth, aw honey, they was caught in the rain
See I was the holy lion and I was the cage
And I was the bleeding actor and I was the stage
Oh, hey now you’re telling me my heart’s sick
And I’m telling you I know
And you’re telling me you’re leaving
Hey and I’m telling you to go
And I’m not so sorry for the heart-wreck
For each season left unblessed
The new terror in the canyons
The new terror in our chests
Here are the correct lyrics:
I could be the tiger or I could be the snake I could be the fire or I could be the lake I could be the sky bird waiting on the wind I could be the devil waiting to begin
See I was the wounded master and I was the slave My hands in my mouth, aw honey, they would not behave And I was the holy lion and I was the cage And I was the bleeding actor and I was the stage
Now you’re telling me my heart’s sick And I’m telling you I know You’re telling me you're leaving And I’m telling you to go Not so sorry for the heart-wreck But for each season left unblessed A new terror in the canyons A new terror in our chests
I could be the tether or I could be the place Or I could be forever or just a couple days I could be the morning that breaks upon your skin I could be the devil and do it all again
See I was the wounded master and I was the slave My hands in my mouth, aw honey, they was caught in the rain See I was the holy lion and I was the cage And I was the bleeding actor and I was the stage
Oh, hey now you’re telling me my heart’s sick And I’m telling you I know And you’re telling me you’re leaving Hey and I’m telling you to go And I’m not so sorry for the heart-wreck For each season left unblessed The new terror in the canyons The new terror in our chests