Текст песни Talk Of Ghosts

Bet I want you dead, I want my feet again,
The lights are off I checked, I locked the windows and the doors.
I love your hair, you never play with mine,
Oh and my sweet lord, I had you figured from the start.
I had you figured from the start, I had you figured from the start.
But that shouldn't matter now.

Hey, wait your turn, we're all falling,
You let your children down.
And high above the undergrowth
A fleeting moment's gone.

Spare me petty change, you're a poet but a murderer you ain't,.
We've all been standing square. Too long in the tooth

And wash our hands of this affair, my darling dear,
No armies couldn't save you from yourselfBattle - Talk Of Ghosts - http://ru.motolyrics.com/battle/talk-of-ghosts-lyrics.html
Couldn't save you from yourself
Armies couldn't save you from yourself.

Oh no, wait your turn, we're all falling,
You let your children down.
And high above the undergrowth
A fleeting moment's gone.
Now wait your turn, we're all falling,
You let your children down.
And high above the undergrowth
A fleeting moment's gone.

I'll bless you in the dark, my sweetheart,
My sweetheart,
My sweetheart,
My sweetheart