Fire Next Time - Prophets | Текст песни

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• Fire Next Time
• Prophets

Keep your eyes upon the plain
We deal in storms & trees
The bolts of things
Brush the dust off of my lips
Breathe your name again
To prove that you exist

If you take your time then I'll take mine
Cover our eyes with nickels and dimes

I called your bluff right from the start
Cuz' orphaned children all are Arsonists at heart
Dance myself off of the cliff
Sing the whole way down
To prove that I exist

If you take your time then I'll take mine
Cover our eyes with nickels and dimes

There is no god
And we are his prophets

If you take your time then I'll take mine
Cover our eyes with nickels and dimes