Spare me the suspense
Spare me the suspense
I got no currency
But I’m heaven sent
So spare me the suspense
Just spare me the suspense
Hey lady wraith
Oh, I so hope you try
You’re late
Babe, you know it’s your time
I won’t let you sit by
So cold in the pitch night
Alone you can’t make amends
No, I won’t let you sit by
So cold in the pitch night
We should dance like two fucking twins
Just spare me the suspense
There are seven ancient pawn shops along the road
I know seven aching daddies you may want to know
Oh, right on
Hey, lady wraith
Oh baby, I can’t deny
I got a taste
A taste
A taste
And it’s time
But I won’t let you sit by
So cold in the pitch night
Alone you can’t make amends
No, I won’t let you sit by
So cold in the pitch night
It’s enough with this fucking incense
Just spare me the suspense
There are seven ancient pawn shops along the road
Oh, I know seven aging daddies you may want to know
When you played your heart out
It made me turn around
Oh, right on
Wait and you froze in the night
You’re late
There’s a hole in the sky
No haste
No lesson, no lie
Got a taste
That I can’t deny
And you wait till you know that it’s time
You wait till you know that it’s time
You wait till you know that it’s time
You wait till you know that it’s time
You say to me, set black fires
Do you know?
You say to me, set black fires
Compozitori: Paul Banks, Carlos Dengler, Daniel Kessler, Samuel Fogarino.
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Date de la: Musixmatch