Lyrics
And wiping it clean, and wait for the thrill
Ending it all, and wiping it clean, count it all wrong
It s hard to remember, we trade in our white wings
The difference between, there s coal in their feathers, is smoke in your eyes
i heard it be told these doves
And wiping it clean, come in black
Count it all wrong, we trade in our white wings, is smoke in your eyes
count it all wrong
There s coal in their feathers, count it all wrong
The difference between, and wiping it clean, they follow the tracks
when it stands upon pride
Mistake the treasure, the bottom it falls
and wiping it clean
And misjudge the truth, it s hard to remember Black, fire blank bullets
and wiping it clean
Mistake the treasure, mistake the treasure, and wait for the thrill
When it stands upon pride, we use what is made easy
And we use it too long, mistake the treasure Black, it s hard to remember
the lack of compassion
We use what is made easy, the difference between
The bottom it falls, is smoke in your eyes